Large Professor - Rewind lyrics

[Verse] Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son Dog, whatever they call you; God, just listen I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closing this chest of a n***a Now he back to square one Screaming, "shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewinding a hit He put his hands back on his b**h My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut Going reverse, slowly prepared My n***a Jungle utters out something crazy like, "go he there" Sitting in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt The blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinning records backwards of AC/DC I give my n***as dap, jump out the van, back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holding my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you ‘Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemy's the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed, thinking 'bout this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "no hell," she talking 'bout, "me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick Started s**ing with no hands, a whole lot of spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left a n***a behind Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited vodka back in my gla** with juice and ice The clock went back from three to two to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, "Son, we found that n***a we gotta k**." [Outro] Ayo son, ayo son, you hear me, you hear me? Listen, man, this dude right on the block Right now, man, I found him, right now I see him right now; let's k** him! "Yo, this Nas, leave it; peace."