1982 - Goin Back lyrics
[1982 - Goin Back lyrics]
(I'm goin back, back, back)
Where they do that? You rat
Go to court for the pigs i'm coppin crack
Pockets fat like Porky the Pig
I cock it back, I pop a gat
At the thoughts in your head
Cause I'm a felon, you be tellin
Just to shorten your bid
And my life a movie but
It never had a director
In the school of hard knocks
You never had a semester
I graduated from my class
Now Cass' a professor
I'm applyin math pressure
Ask Statik Selektah (I'm goin back)
Yeah, I get, get, get it
That's how I gotta be
I gotta see bread but I know
That the Feds watchin me
I rap, sell crack, get money and cop property
You only buy houses when you playin Monopoly
Yeah, I could see
You ain't got a pot to pee in
Or a window to throw it out, stop it B
You not a G and you not hot to me
A lot of people think you hot
But I do not agree
I write just like Homer, it's all prophecy
But not as complex as the
Iliad and the Odyssey
Cass', Xzibit and Termanology
Do what we paid to do, 1982 (I'm goin back)
Statik let the drums knock on it
Should've got MOP and the Freddie Foxxx on
It and the LOX on it
Fuck the cops swarmin with they warrants
Bump it on my recorder
They pumpin it on the corner
This is drug music
Bum losers with snub Rugers
And millis on all kinds but
Really they all mine i rarely get outshined
I'm hailin from punch shrine
I kill you in one line
Like sniffin the junk dime (I'm goin back)
Tell me it ain't a thing
But anyone in the ring
I dead 'em like they the King
Of Pop, young bucks and veterans too
I walk around, head high
Cause I'm better than you
I put you in a box, like my fresh Air Max's
So let's see if they make fresh air caskets
My rims chrome but my guns' all plastic
Me and Stat shit, '82, this is classic
(I'm goin back)
Laced up, brand new
Move like a pack of wolves
Damn this kush taste good and my backer wood
My carbon footprint bigger than Texas
If I'm ever arrested
I'll be out before breakfast
My particular method not to
Be questioned or tested
I'm a hostile country buildin
A nuclear weapon
I don't keep 'em and cool 'em
I just fuel 'em and use 'em
Cause ain't no history books ever
Been writin by losers
I'm a shanker, a mover
Tactical flankin maneuver
Busy, petty maneuver
Flushin you back to the sewer
Fly out to Newark, New Jersey
Caravan through the city
Drop guap from them drop tops
Now show me your titties
Yeah, show me your titties
Cause I believe in your cleavage
And I'm promotin your assets
Ya love when I beat it (laughing)
Yeah, cause I believe in your cleavage
And I'm promotin your assets
Ya love when I beat it (I'm goin back)
Statik Selektah, yeah, let's take
This shit back, my nig'
Know what I'm talkin about? Uh huh
Where they do that? You rat
Go to court for the pigs i'm coppin crack
Pockets fat like Porky the Pig
I cock it back, I pop a gat
At the thoughts in your head
Cause I'm a felon, you be tellin
Just to shorten your bid
And my life a movie but
It never had a director
In the school of hard knocks
You never had a semester
I graduated from my class
Now Cass' a professor
I'm applyin math pressure
Ask Statik Selektah (I'm goin back)
Yeah, I get, get, get it
That's how I gotta be
I gotta see bread but I know
That the Feds watchin me
I rap, sell crack, get money and cop property
You only buy houses when you playin Monopoly
Yeah, I could see
You ain't got a pot to pee in
Or a window to throw it out, stop it B
You not a G and you not hot to me
A lot of people think you hot
But I do not agree
I write just like Homer, it's all prophecy
But not as complex as the
Iliad and the Odyssey
Cass', Xzibit and Termanology
Do what we paid to do, 1982 (I'm goin back)
Statik let the drums knock on it
Should've got MOP and the Freddie Foxxx on
It and the LOX on it
Fuck the cops swarmin with they warrants
Bump it on my recorder
They pumpin it on the corner
This is drug music
Bum losers with snub Rugers
And millis on all kinds but
Really they all mine i rarely get outshined
I'm hailin from punch shrine
I kill you in one line
Like sniffin the junk dime (I'm goin back)
Tell me it ain't a thing
But anyone in the ring
I dead 'em like they the King
Of Pop, young bucks and veterans too
I walk around, head high
Cause I'm better than you
I put you in a box, like my fresh Air Max's
So let's see if they make fresh air caskets
My rims chrome but my guns' all plastic
Me and Stat shit, '82, this is classic
(I'm goin back)
Laced up, brand new
Move like a pack of wolves
Damn this kush taste good and my backer wood
My carbon footprint bigger than Texas
If I'm ever arrested
I'll be out before breakfast
My particular method not to
Be questioned or tested
I'm a hostile country buildin
A nuclear weapon
I don't keep 'em and cool 'em
I just fuel 'em and use 'em
Cause ain't no history books ever
Been writin by losers
I'm a shanker, a mover
Tactical flankin maneuver
Busy, petty maneuver
Flushin you back to the sewer
Fly out to Newark, New Jersey
Caravan through the city
Drop guap from them drop tops
Now show me your titties
Yeah, show me your titties
Cause I believe in your cleavage
And I'm promotin your assets
Ya love when I beat it (laughing)
Yeah, cause I believe in your cleavage
And I'm promotin your assets
Ya love when I beat it (I'm goin back)
Statik Selektah, yeah, let's take
This shit back, my nig'
Know what I'm talkin about? Uh huh