E-40 Duck song lyrics

Be all on that shit right there mane

I be the same nigga though on the real though

"Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats through the song]

[Chorus:]

You niggaz better duck [x4]

You niggaz better duck (you niggaz better duck?) [x4]

[Verse 1:]

Uhh, round here these lil niggaz don't care

I swear they'll fuck around and shoot cha in the hair (in the hair)

They'll fuck around and rob ya for a square

I swear fuck around and put some wheels on ya chair

(Some wheels on my chair?) Yeah some wheels on ya chair

(Like that there?) Murk a nigga if he stare

Over paper no plastic, I be stretch like elastic

Got a wind in the traffic, I'm a beast I'm a savage

From a Chris to a casket, over drink is a habit

From polit to lavish, rappers argue and cambish

Them niggas ain't fake mane we foreal

We ride shoes the size of a ferris wheel

We got scrill, we got goop

We a kill, we'll shoot ya

If it's necessary or unnecessary

Put'cha in the cemetery, I ain't never scared

BEITCH!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Uhh, we all the way official like a military missle

All my niggaz strapped with them military pistols

Better hit the deck 'fore them medal thangs hit'cha

Hide in the bathtub take ya kid with'cha

Uhh, it's all bad it ain't good

Brother mailman on me don't wanna come in my neighbourhood (neighbourhood)

She rock stucking with wood

Yo block prolly the same, bullets ain't got no name

We goin buck, buck, buck, buck, niggaz better duck

They'll fuck you up, up, up, up, time to huddle up (uhh)

Be copicoral we setting leave a alone

Caught loose pants down digging in the snows

Gotta do my peas and my toes it ain't promise

Keep my third eye on the game it ain't amiss

Keep my enemies close and my family closer

No drop a toaster roaster but my toaster approach ya

BEITCH!

[Chorus]

"Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats until fades]