Xzibit - Goin Back lyrics

(I'm goin back, back, back) [Verse 1 - Ca**idy] Where they do that? You rat, go to court for the pigs I'm coppin crack, pockets fat like Porky the Pig I co*k 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 cla**, now Ca**' 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 Ca**', Xzibit and Termanology Do what we paid to do, 1982 (I'm goin back) [Verse 2 - Termanology] 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 f** 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 k** 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 sh**, '82, this is cla**ic (I'm goin back) [Verse 3 - Xzibit] 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 a**ets, ya love when I beat it (*laughing*) Yeah, cause I believe in your cleavage And I'm promotin your a**ets, ya love when I beat it (I'm goin back ...) [Outro - Xzibit - talking] Statik Selektah, yeah, let's take this sh** back, my nig' Know what I'm talkin about? Uh huh