Duck

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40 and B-Legit] Look what they done, look what they done Out and in, in and out Somebody say In and out, out and in In and out Somebody say, from the beginning to the end [Verse 1: E-40] Somebody tell me where my weeples at Somebody tell me where my dudes at Why you muthafuckas beef when muthafuckas most needy? Tanked out, gettin' tweeded While I'm strapless, loose as a goose, poor excuse Ridiculous and drunk off that alcohol, squabbin' Back up against the wall, mobbin' Bobbin' and weavin', still breathin' They keep comin', a hundred This way, I'm outnumbered [Verse 2: B-Legit] I gets busy, put 'em on 'em Gets loose in the wind, and don't know 'em 'Cause when I show 'em what I got and what I do They be lurkin', tryna stick to a nigga like glue But, fuck you I'm a playa like Filthy, tryna strive Back seat, Special Brew St. Ides So when I ride, I'm bulletproof with the strap But I'd rather get fucked up, keyed, and tached [Chorus] Bust, Bust, Bust, they don't want none of us In and out, out and in, muthafuckas betta Duck, Duck, Duck, niggas don't give a fuck In and out, out and in [Verse 3: D-Shot] They couldn't deal with the fame 'Specially when I transferred game Enhancing my skills by usin' my brain I took it to the next All of a sudden comes big respect The life I'm livin' ain't cool for a playa, playa 'Cause everything a nigga do is straight major You think them niggas lovin' you for bein' a mack? You think them niggas lovin' you and got yo back? The only nigga got yo back is number one That's why a nigga like myself carry gun [Verse 4: E-40] You know what, it's a drought, pimp You think we're finished? Nah, nah, pimp, nigga we got chemists Cooks, chefs, kilograms Chops, techs, pots and pans [Verse 5: B-Legit] I don't smoke brown weed, I smoke county greens Big pimpin', loadin' up magazines And ride down on a perpetrator Hit ya now and get ya later [Chorus] [Verse 6: B-Legit] I got a call from the lawyer, he was tellin' me, Loc B, you betta watch who you call yo folks It seems to me, shit ain't too tight I got the paperwork, black on white Your homeboy sung like Lou Rawls Told everything he knew, he had loose jaws And with the new laws, you'll come up short So he bet' not make it to the court [Verse 7: E-40] Uhh ya-yank him out the game mayne, out the game mayne Yank him out the game mayne, out the game mayne It gets mannisher and mannisher Mo' keys than a janitor Nigga's disrespected, time to put down a thirty second check And I take it that he don't reckon, but I got the biggest weapon Them zips, them zones, them faulty cloned phones Them million dollar spots, hundred dollar knocks Stay away from wishy-washy ass niggas Always lookin for a c-uh-come up ass niggas [Verse 8: D-Shot] I had a son at the age of like seventeen Got sent to jail at the age of like eighteen Sittin' in that cell, thinkin' about the things that I did Sittin' in that cell, made a playa shed some tears I'm havin' thoughts, suicidal intentions done came But now, them thoughts almost drove a playa insane Until my momma told me this Son, you gon' get out one day, so don't trip Just keep yo mind on The Man up above You do yo part, and he gon' show you some love He gon' show you some love, one more time [Chorus]