Artist: Convicts Album: Convicts Song: I Ain't Going Back Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ Lord 3-2 ] "We can't help you, we can't help you," that's some bullshit Y'all don't wanna hire a nigga 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the hoe who work at night, they think that I'ma rape her Huh, just cause I'm a goddamn Ex-Con Jobs treat my ass like an out-of-date coupon Gettin me to go back is the gameplan They might as well pin that shit up on the next man On a mission, I can't do it by myself, though I need a down-ass nigga who let his nuts hang to the flo' Knowin my man Lil James would understand Hooked me up with a nigga from the Park named Peter Man In no time we bakin beaucoup money Bitch, I tried to get a job, but they were runnin from me Another parole visit at noon Why don't you motherfuckers give my dick some breathing room My address changed from my visit in the past The PO mad as fuck cause I got better shit than his ass Nosy as hell the honkey picks up my jacket (Hey, what fell out the bitch, mane?) A goddamn 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 fuck that shit, I ain't goin back (Here's a little somethin 'bout a nigga like me) --> Ice Cube [ Big Mike ] Me be on paper, you got me fucked up, G (Here's a little somethin 'bout a nigga like me) Shootin you hoes out the sky tryina mark me a parolee (Yeah, been lookin for yo ass, boy, you ready to go back?) (Fuck that shit 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 fuck about a female I strap some bricks to her feet and let her ass sell I guess I'm supposed to give 'em slack, they figure But when I was in they ain't even know a nigga Now I'm on the run again Tryina keep my ass out the state pen And I'ma tell ya, it ain't a simple task Even laws here in Jamaica on my motherfuckin ass Like medicine to a cold, a basketball to a goal A flag to a pole, a dick to a pussy hole The head nigga in charge they wanna get Take me back? Nah-ah, man, that's bullshit The only way I'm goin back is in a box Dead as fuck with a pocket full of rocks (Open the door, you nigger) Motherfucker please So they bust through the bitch like City Under Siege They shot, we shot, one of my boys fell So me and Peter Man break like bats out of hell 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-goddamned if I'm goin back (Here's a little somethin 'bout a nigga like me) [ Big Mike ] Fuck the slavemaster and his damned penitentiary (Here's a little somethin 'bout a nigga like me) He can forget that shit, there ain't no motherfuckin catchin 3 (Hehehe, you better go back, boy) (Fuck that shit 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 ass beat Neither taxed with a nite stick Far as I'm concerned all you laws can suck dick Rollin like a motherfucker 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 shit Laws still on my ass trailin But my foot's in the tank and I'm bailin Dazed as hell 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 shit 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 nigga like me) [ Big Mike ] You hoes in the courthouse won't be crossin 3 (Here's a little somethin 'bout a nigga like me) You know goddamn well he planted that shit on me (Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary) --> Ice Cube [ Lord 3-2 ] I ain't goin back, motherfucker You hoes got me fucked up y'all think I'm goin back to that biatch