Duck Ya Head

作曲 : Jonathan Scott

作词 : Jonathan Scott

(.. Dred wake up. Dred wake up! ..)

"A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.."

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 **** wouldn't start

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

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..

.. 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

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

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

Duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by

Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin..

.. 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 **** with some reality

Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat

You'll always get caught in your own mousetrap

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

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