Duck Ya Head Lyrics
| Song | Duck Ya Head |
| Artist | Dred Scott |
| Album | Breakin' Combs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Scott | |
| (.. 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 |
| zuo qu : Scott | |
| .. 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 audio 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 | |
| Aoutta 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 abut 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 shotglass 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 ringadingalingaling 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 dibbidipdipdamn, sososocialize | |
| Yo what you sayin over there open up your eyes | |
| And see me doin it |
| zuò qǔ : Scott | |
| .. 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 audio 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 | |
| Aoutta 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 abut 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 shotglass 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 ringadingalingaling 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 dibbidipdipdamn, sososocialize | |
| Yo what you sayin over there open up your eyes | |
| And see me doin it |
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