E-40 - Hope I Don't Go Back lyrics

Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga
I had this one broad, right?
She was so damn sprung
She used to hold my motherfuckin'
Motherfuckin' sack, nigga
Thought you thought, nigga (O oh)
In a motherfuckin', VHS, uh, motherfuckin'
Canister (In a what? Ooh ooh ooh)
Nigga, yeah, ayy (yeah)
I promise you, nigga
This game been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But, I dunno how long that's gon' be, yeah)

I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Don't wanna go) slangin' yayo
(Slangin' what?) to get my mail (Oh, no)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Don't wanna go back) slangin' yayo
(Slangin' what?) to get my mail (To get it
Oh no)

Been a hustler since birth
Mama sellin' dinners for the church (Church)
Red handed
Caught me stealin' money out her purse
Got branded (Branded)
Permanent whip scars on my back (O oh)
'Cause, I used to get beat
With racing car tracks (Tracks, ooh)
But now me got wealth
Holdin' a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone
Lookin' like I'm talkin' to
Myself, shootin' the breeze
Cuttin' it up real tough-like
Choppin' it up like true businessmen
(Man) , talkin' about, "By the way
B, what we do this week on SoundScan?"
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
(Valley, ooh) or maybe next door in
Gary Payton bowling alley (O oh)
Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks
(Banks) or on the golf course
(O oh) , with Merton Hanks (Merton Hanks
Ooh)
Goin' back in the sun, give me my propers
(Propers)
With a beat that's out of this world
Lookin' down on doctors (Ahh)
Sippin' on Port
Watchin my kids play basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three
Foot long sports court (What?) , biatch!

I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Huh?) slangin' yayo
(Slangin' what?) to get my mail (O oh)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Slangin' what?) slangin' yayo
(What else?) to get my mail (Biatch)

Built a spot up in the
Wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
DuPont Registry aluminum pool table made
Strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch chrome slippers, Bravas
On my 'Ville
Feelin' that everybody ain't able
To be blessed with a
Successful-ass independent record label
(Record label) , check it out
Marbles (Marbles) , I got the game from my Uncle Saint Charles (Uh, Saint Charles)
Used to bank across the
Street at Wells Fargos (Wells Fargo's)
But now it's Merrill Lynch (Merrill Lynch)
And just think, I used to sit the bench
(Bi-biatch)
I remember gettin' chased by the cops
Had to get my stomach pumped
Swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks (Rocks)
Late afternoon (Uh)
Po-po waitin' for me outside of Vallejo
Kaiser Permanente emergency room with Glocks
Ready to Rodney King me to death (Uh)
Somehow I managed to make my
Escape through the back
Of the cafeteria by the
Vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin' through the
Friendship Apartment Complex
Over there by the railroad tracks
Around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Lofas
Behind Jenai's Liquor, ooh
(Biatch)

I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ooh) slangin' yayo
(Check it out
Check it) to get my mail (Check it out)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(I don't want to) slangin' yayo
(Slang yayo) to get my mail (To get my mail
Check it out)

Dope game been gone
Now it's either white-collared crimes
Or hookin' up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics
(Charlie Hustle) i'm doing a compilation
Should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?"
(Phat Graph-X?)
I tell 'em, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal
Dude and them off the hinges
Dude and them did my cover and my bus benches
(Bus benches) game orien-fested, worldwide
(Ooh ooh) Sick Wid-It shit
Independent chips, biatch!

Ayy, see, ayy i'ma tell you, nigga
That's the thing about this whole
Thing that jump off
It's a fool, 'cause a motherfucker
Take his bloody money, right?
And then he sit up there and
He look and he say
"Hold on mayne, hold on mayne"
A motherfucker you know what I'm sayin'?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it then
You say, "Man hold on
Let me translate this shit
Let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my
Motherfuckin' reven-elles"
You understand what I say? 40 Water and them
You understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers
Lace they tennis shoes
Teach 'em about the motherfuckin'
Game orien-fested situations
That goes down in the motherfuckin'
Motherfuckin' soil's weople-ations
I ain't bullshittin', nigga

I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(I ain't bullshittin')
Slangin' yayo to get my mail
(I ain't bullshittin', nigga)

It's too many jealous brothas in this game
I can't stand to see it
Yeah, I gotta get mine, yeah
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Get my money on) slangin' yayo
(Ohh ohh) to get my mail Oh, get my money on
Hey, yeah, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go (Don't wanna go)
Don't wanna go back, back to the game
(To get your mail) hey, yeah (Biatch)