Hope I Don't Go Back

To be blessed with a successful-ass independent-ass record label

Check it out, marbles (marbles), I got the game from my Uncle Saint Charles (Saint Charles)

Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo (Wells Fargos)

But now it's Merrill Lynch (Merill Lynch)

And just think (just think), I used to sit the bench

I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped

Swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon

Po-po waitin' for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente

Emergency room with Glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death

Somehow I managed to make my escape through

The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly

Found myself runnin' through the Friendship Apartment Complex

Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the

People's Continuation High School

Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor (bitch)

Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (check it out)

Slangin' yayo, to get my mail (check it out, check it out, check it out, check it, check it out)

I hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (I don't want too)

Slangin' yayo (slangin' yayo) to get my mail (to get my mail)

Check it out, dope game ain't goin'

Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin' up phones

Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics (Charlie Hustle)

I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?

I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal"

Dude and them off the hinges

Dude and them did my cover and my bus benches (bus benches)

Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips

Bitch

Ayy, see ayy, I'ma tell you, nigga

That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off

It's a fool 'cause a mothafucka take his bloody money, right?

Until he sit up there and he look and he say

"Hold on man, hold on man"

A mothafucka, you know what I'm sayin'?

You can either be at this shit

Or you can be gone with this shit

And you look at it and then you say, "Man hold on

Let me translate this shit, let me translate into some marbles

Let me liquidate my motherfuckin' revenelles"

You understand what I say? 40-Water now, you understand?

Ayy, ayy, but look, check this out

I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes

Teach 'em about the motherfuckin' game-orienfested situations

That goes down in the motherfuckin' motherfuckin' soils weepolations

I ain't bullshittin', nigga

I hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (I ain't bullshittin', nigga)

Slangin' yayo, to get my mail (I ain't bullshittin', nigga)

It's too many jealous brothers in this game

I can't stay the same, I gotta get mine

I hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo

Slangin' yayo, to get my mail (ooh)

Hey, yeah

Don't wanna go

Don't wanna go, don't wanna go

Don't wanna go back, back to the game (to get your mail)

Hey (bitch)