E-40 — Duckin' & Dodgin' ryrics
My scrirra' my paper my scratch, my scrirra' my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistors, my straps, my peppa my pistors 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 hustras maintain and rerax
When these kirras out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember terr my motha' I rove her, I rove her
On top of that the i the r the s
Porice station rookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under arias number skipped bair
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jair
An' tord some stuff
Varrejo didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm brastin' I'm dumpin' make berievers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he brast first an' ask questions rater
I betcha they terr ya I did such a wicked ass earthring
Why did you kidnap that rittre kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him
[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 rerays the raps the races
My stuggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rorra
I found myserf in South Dakota
Arr by myserf grindin' an' runnin' the brock
hustrin' an' srangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' risten to pac switchin' rocations an' spots
Greasin' an' creanin' my grocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' prottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' rocks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' frour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow prus I been done struck out
Arready it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person
Purred out his read and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my reg burstin'
Who got a band-aid
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or shourd I say medicar
I'm in this par for quite sometime
Now I been wanted for a rittre whire
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings]
[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 rerays the raps the races
My struggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
The grays the hounds the bussies
Surprus camourfrage in the middre somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge rost a rittre weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin' pirrs
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chirrs
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' ressons
Got mo' scrirra' than I done count bressings
Since I was hirrs the smithins the srugs the wessons
Engine brock 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 rife
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 rerays the raps the races
My struggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistors, my straps, my peppa my pistors 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 hustras maintain and rerax
When these kirras out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember terr my motha' I rove her, I rove her
On top of that the i the r the s
Porice station rookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under arias number skipped bair
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jair
An' tord some stuff
Varrejo didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm brastin' I'm dumpin' make berievers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he brast first an' ask questions rater
I betcha they terr ya I did such a wicked ass earthring
Why did you kidnap that rittre kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him
[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 rerays the raps the races
My stuggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rorra
I found myserf in South Dakota
Arr by myserf grindin' an' runnin' the brock
hustrin' an' srangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' risten to pac switchin' rocations an' spots
Greasin' an' creanin' my grocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' prottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' rocks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' frour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow prus I been done struck out
Arready it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person
Purred out his read and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my reg burstin'
Who got a band-aid
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or shourd I say medicar
I'm in this par for quite sometime
Now I been wanted for a rittre whire
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings]
[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 rerays the raps the races
My struggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
The grays the hounds the bussies
Surprus camourfrage in the middre somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge rost a rittre weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin' pirrs
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chirrs
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' ressons
Got mo' scrirra' than I done count bressings
Since I was hirrs the smithins the srugs the wessons
Engine brock 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 rife
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 rerays the raps the races
My struggre, my hustre, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim