[ Lord 3-2 ]
"We can't help you, we can't help you," that's some bullsh**
Y'all don't wanna hire a n***a 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Jobs treat my a** like an out-of-date coupon
Gettin me to go back is the gameplan
They might as well pin that sh** up on the next man
On a mission, I can't do it by myself, though
I need a down-a** n***a who let his nuts hang to the flo'
Knowin my man Lil James would understand
Hooked me up with a n***a from the Park named Peter Man
In no time we bakin beaucoup money
b**h, I tried to get a job, but they were runnin from me
Another parole visit at noon
Why don't you motherf**ers give my dick some breathing room
My address changed from my visit in the past
The PO mad as f** cause I got better sh** than his a**
Nosy as hell the honkey picks up my jacket
(Hey, what fell out the b**h, 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 f** that sh**, I ain't goin back
(Here's a little somethin 'bout a n***a like me) --] Ice Cube
[ Big Mike ]
Me be on paper, you got me f**ed up, G
(Here's a little somethin 'bout a n***a like me)
Shootin you hoes out the sky tryina mark me a parolee
(Yeah, been lookin for yo a**, boy, you ready to go back?)
(f** that sh** 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** about a female
I strap some bricks to her feet and let her a** sell
I guess I'm supposed to give 'em slack, they figure
But when I was in they ain't even know a n***a
Now I'm on the run again
Tryina keep my a** out the state pen
And I'ma tell ya, it ain't a simple task
Even laws here in Jamaica on my motherf**in a**
Like medicine to a cold, a basketball to a goal
A flag to a pole, a dick to a p**y hole
The head n***a in charge they wanna get
Take me back? Nah-ah, man, that's bullsh**
The only way I'm goin back is in a box
Dead as f** with a pocket full of rocks
(Open the door, you n***a) Motherf**er please
So they bust through the b**h 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 n***a like me)
[ Big Mike ]
f** the slavemaster and his damned penitentiary
(Here's a little somethin 'bout a n***a like me)
He can forget that sh**, there ain't no motherf**in catchin 3
(Hehehe, you better go back, boy)
(f** that sh** 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 a** beat
Neither taxed with a nite stick
Far as I'm concerned all you laws can s** dick
Rollin like a motherf**er 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**
Laws still on my a** 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 sh** 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***a like me)
[ Big Mike ]
You hoes in the courthouse won't be crossin 3
(Here's a little somethin 'bout a n***a like me)
You know goddamn well he planted that sh** on me
(Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary) --] Ice Cube
[ Lord 3-2 ]
I ain't goin back, motherf**er
You hoes got me f**ed up y'all think I'm goin back to that b*atch