The Convicts - I Ain't Going Back lyrics

[ 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the hoe who work at night, they think that I'ma rape her Huh, just cause I'm a goddamn Ex-Con Jobs treat my a** like an out-of-date coupon Gettin me to go back is the gameplan They might as well pin that sh** up on the next man On a mission, I can't do it by myself, though I need a down-a**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