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Dred Scott - Duck Ya Head lyrics
{.. Dred wake up.Dred wake up! .. "A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.." [Dred Scott] Too slick; I pick a pocket even when it's under lock and key Most definitely got the flow so let me shoplift the show from under, the nose of the mediocre joker for the mic last week, yeah I was fiendin like a smoker On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet I said, "Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic He said, "You know we can't afford this," syke I accidentally picked it up, it accidentally fell in my pocket Whaddya know?I accidentally walked out the store Alarm went off, my knees were sore Security woulda been any second so we fled North Like runaway slaves to the parkin lot Got in the car, turned the key, but my shit wouldn't start [Chorus] So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by [Dred Scott] And while patrol was on the lookout for two crooks a-outta the car we snuck into the back of a truck and we was GONE.. word is bond.. {*harmonizing* .. AIYYO! We made the getaway quick, I'm thinkin glory hallelujah The brother too slick a-but the story wasn't through You had to understand what was goin on inside my brain Now I had a hunger pain so I had to run my game at the local diner, where all of the honies rolled through yo Ordered everything we saw on the menu And you know damn well I couldn't afford what I ate Next thing you know yo, "THERE'S A ROACH ON THE PLATE!" Brother made a scene, carried out the scheme Fronted on the waiter and refused to pay the fee, later B I had to make a phone call to ask Big Moe to get my car from the mall And he would have to give it a jump start cause yo I couldn't risk it Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden No no no, not a row but if I done ya hoe went to the head and with the big bottle of rum goin straight to the brain cell the alcohol arrived Huh, avoided accidentally made a drunk driver to the local vocal joint, where the brothers flow yo We stumbled in and plugged the mic in, and you know that I had (??) what me I'm on it Say you're flowin it with the funk and yo you oughta turn the page and see the crowd gettin pumped, now the jealous wanna riff I felt the rum comin through me, so I had to take a piss In the bathroom, about to button up my fly Stick up kids, they out the corner of the eye Turned to my jacket, like I was packin For this three on one so you see the odds stackin up against me, up against the wall they fenced me with their backs to the door, so you know that they could not see Big Mo with Domino bust in And now it's Even Steven, three on three, so we rushed dem [Chorus] So duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in [Dred Scott] AND, to make sure they wouldn't try that again Hit one in the head with a bottle of gin Seen the next one reach to go inside the coat I put my knee into the groin the elbow to the throat It happened so fast you couldn't think Hit the head of the third on the edge of the sink And after he fell out in my mind I had no doubt Took the wallets and the jewelry and we broke the hell out Leavin the scene of the crime, headed for home sweet home when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone And me without a mic is like a brother with no function That's like (?) cop without the greed and the corruption and the crooked politician I was on my own mission He said, "Ya can't go back," but would I listen? I (?) in the facility at half past three Pullin up to the stoplight and who do we see? Stick up kids, they ten deep, rollin the other way Inside my head, I heard a little bitty voice say [Chorus] Duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin.. [Dred Scott] .. but I guess I wasn't duckin low enough The jig was up, I floored the pedal on the ass The stick up kids they had a score to settle The shot-glass the broken glass and there goes the back window And with it went a very large piece of my shoulder My grill went into shock as I felt the car swerve About to get served on the choppin block A ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling alarm clock, wake up we gotta jet says my brother, I lay in the bed in a cold sweat Covered in my piss, a minor technicality Better to learn from this than to fuck with some reality Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat You'll always get caught in your own mousetrap [Chorus] So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by [Dred Scott] To the beat y'all duck it On the microphone gots to duck it, pluck it, duck it, pluckin like a chicken when I'm kickin what I'm stickin in ya ear More rhymes that you need to hear You find that I come off like this at the end with the beat Drop everything now you know that sounds sweet A dibbi-dip-dip-damn, so-so-socialize Yo what you sayin over there open up your eyes and see me doin it |
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