Duck Ya Head lyrics

Artist  : Dred Scott 
Song : Duck Ya Head



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{.. 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