Goin' Back Lyrics - Singles - 1982

(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 

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 M.O.P. and the Freddie Foxxx on it and the L.O.X. 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