Duckin’ & Dodgin’ – E-40 – letras

My scrilla’ my paper my scratch, my scrilla’ my paper my scratchMy hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batchMy peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my strapsMy oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gatsThe wires the taps the trapsPo-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relaxWhen these killas out here snitchin’ bendin’ conas fa cova’Just remember tell my motha’ I love her, I love herOn top of that the i the r the sPolice station lookin’ fo’ me got a warrant out fo’ my arrestFo’ tax evasion, fake identificationUp under alias number skipped bailNow I’m hidin’ from the bounty hunter man I ain’t neva’ went to jailAn’ told some stuffVallejo didn’t raise no powder puffWhen I see ’em I’m blastin’ I’m dumpin’ make believersMake somebody gon’ mind somethin’ newspaper readersCan you do me a favor an’ ask yo’ neighborDid he blast first an’ ask questions laterI betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthlingWhy did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn’t gonna hurt him[Chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the racesMy stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aimAfter ditchin’ an’ dodgin’ the rollaI found myself in South DakotaAll by myself grindin’ an’ runnin’ the blockhustlin’ an’ slangin’ them rocksPerkin’ an’ listen to pac switchin’ locations an’ spotsGreasin’ an’ cleanin’ my glocksCookin’ an’ throwin’ away potsCoppin’ an’ orderin’ chopsSewin’ an’ stitchin’ up cockScheming an’ plottin’ my knotsPajamas an’ sock home invasion an’ kickin’ locksJackin’ an’ robbin’ gankin’ niggas tyin’ ’em upAn’ makin’ ’em watch me fuck they botchServin’ flour in a droughtI’m in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck outAlready it’s heavy I’m hurtin’Two nights ago ran upon the wrong personPulled out his lead and aimed it fo’ my headInstead it hit me in my leg burstin’Who got a band-aidCan’t go see a surgeon cause I ain’t on medicaid or should I say medicalI’m in this pal for quite sometimeNow I been wanted for a little whileSomebody dropped a dime an’ I was [phone rings][Chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the racesMy struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aimThe grays the hounds the bussiesSurplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in KentuckyWay out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby niggaStressin’ poppin’ pillsTakin’ more than anti-depressants I got the chillsTryin’ to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin’ lessonsGot mo’ scrilla’ than I done count blessingsSince I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessonsEngine block gettin’ cracked with some of them 355 them 7’sYa get mopped as far as weaponsI ain’t neva been no sucka in lifePoked an’ m-mate in the stomach wit a number twiceFuckin’ around when they brought me down to be exactOn the streets I’m nothin’ but up in hereI’m under dat act[Chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it. gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the racesMy struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim