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letra de i ain't going back - convicts

[ lord 3-2 ]
“we can’t help you, we can’t help you,” that’s some bullsh-t
y’all don’t wanna hire a n-gga cause i’m an ex-convict
thinkin i’ma steal or somethin in the nature
or the hoe who work at night, they think that i’ma rape her
huh, just cause i’m a godd-mn ex-con
jobs treat my -ss like an out-of-date coupon
gettin me to go back is the gameplan
they might as well pin that sh-t up on the next man
on a mission, i can’t do it by myself, though
i need a down–ss n-gga who let his nuts hang to the flo’
knowin my man lil james would understand
hooked me up with a n-gga from the park named peter man
in no time we bakin beaucoup money
b-tch, i tried to get a job, but they were runnin from me
another parole visit at noon
why don’t you motherf-ckers give my d-ck some breathing room
my address changed from my visit in the past
the po mad as f-ck cause i got better sh-t than his -ss
nosy as h-ll the honkey picks up my jacket
(hey, what fell out the b-tch, mane?) a godd-mn packet
he headed for the phone in a den
i said, “mr. parole officer, say goodbye to oxygen”
( -gunshots- ) now that’s the end of that
man f-ck that sh-t, i ain’t goin back

(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me) –] ice cube
[ big mike ]
me be on paper, you got me f-cked up, g
(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me)
shootin you hoes out the sky tryina mark me a parolee
(yeah, been lookin for yo -ss, boy, you ready to go back?)
(f-ck that sh-t cause i ain’t the one) –] ice cube

[ lord 3-2 ]
now i’m a fugitive again headed for jamaica
(what about your girl?) oh my .38? i’ma take her
cause i don’t give a f-ck about a female
i strap some bricks to her feet and let her -ss sell
i guess i’m supposed to give ’em slack, they figure
but when i was in they ain’t even know a n-gga
now i’m on the run again
tryina keep my -ss out the state pen
and i’ma tell ya, it ain’t a simple task
even laws here in jamaica on my motherf-ckin -ss
like medicine to a cold, a basketball to a goal
a flag to a pole, a d-ck to a p-ssy hole
the head n-gga in charge they wanna get
take me back? nah-ah, man, that’s bullsh-t
the only way i’m goin back is in a box
dead as f-ck with a pocket full of rocks
(open the door, you n-gga) motherf-cker please
so they bust through the b-tch like city under siege
they shot, we shot, one of my boys fell
so me and peter man break like bats out of h-ll
leavin 19 of the 20 laws dead
to be hid away we get away with dj ready red
he know we can’t go out like that
i be good-godd-mned if i’m goin back

(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me)
[ big mike ]
f-ck the slavemaster and his d-mned penitentiary
(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me)
he can forget that sh-t, there ain’t no motherf-ckin catchin 3
(hehehe, you better go back, boy)
(f-ck that sh-t cause i ain’t the one)

[ lord 3-2 ]
some are on the run, i’m in a track meet
i ainsta be shot, neither to get my -ss beat
neither taxed with a nite stick
far as i’m concerned all you laws can suck d-ck
rollin like a motherf-cker hidden sess
preachers preach and nuns gettin hit in the process
but that ain’t bother me a bit
still rollin through the nickel, shootin up sh-t
laws still on my -ss trailin
but my foot’s in the tank and i’m bailin
dazed as h-ll i start rollin up some herb
then i get an idea, so i pull to the curb
the laws walked up on us with they gats pulled out
too late, you hoes, ak shots to the mouth
put my sh-t in drive and threw away my gat
no weapon and no witness, so how can i go back?

(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me)
[ big mike ]
you hoes in the courthouse won’t be crossin 3
(here’s a little somethin ’bout a n-gga like me)
you know godd-mn well he planted that sh-t on me
(never shoulda been let out the penitentiary) –] ice cube
[ lord 3-2 ]
i ain’t goin back, motherf-cker
you hoes got me f-cked up y’all think i’m goin back to that biatch

- convicts

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