Duckin' & Dodgin' Lyrics - E-40

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch 

My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch 

My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps 

My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats 

The wires the taps the traps 

Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax 

When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova' 

Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I love her 

On top of that the I the r the s 

Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest 

Fo' tax evasion, fake identification 

Up under alias number skipped bail 

Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail 

An' told some stuff 

Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff 

When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers 

Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers 

Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor 

Did he blast first an' ask questions later 

I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling 

Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him 

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[Chorus] 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races 

My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim 

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla 

I found myself in South Dakota 

All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block 

hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks 

Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots 

Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks 

Cookin' an' throwin' away pots 

Coppin' an' orderin' chops 

Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock 

Scheming an' plottin' my knots 

Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks 

Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up 

An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch 

Servin' flour in a drought 

I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck out 

Already it's heavy I'm hurtin' 

Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person 

Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head 

Instead it hit me in my leg burstin' 

Who got a band-aid 

Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical 

I'm in this pal for quite sometime 

Now I been wanted for a little while 

Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings] 

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[Chorus] 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races 

My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim 

The grays the hounds the bussies 

Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky 

Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga 

Stressin' poppin' pills 

Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chills 

Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons 

Got mo' scrilla' than I done count blessings 

Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons 

Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's 

Ya get mopped as far as weapons 

I ain't neva been no sucka in life 

Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice 

Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact 

On the streets I'm nothin' but up in here 

I'm under dat act 

[Chorus] 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out 

Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out 

The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races 

My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim