Take It Back - Madlib

Keeps it poppin like West coast in '83

When we was bumpin Slave, Rick James and Lady T

My man with the East coast taste from Red Alert

Pete Rock, Marley Marl, put-tin in work

On the West we had Julio G on KDAY

Mixmaster Michael mixin more in his heyday

Rob 1 droppin shit so niggas could break

All my real niggas — all a nigga wanna do is

get cake

All them other niggas — all a nigga wanna do is be fake

But now — oh shit, damn I’m goin to another wake

Remember, 'bout the times in school

When we made a fool of ourselves to impress a girl, tryin to be cool

Ohh, some niggas gettin sprung on coke

I’m like oh, young niggas gettin sprung off

Oh shit! Some niggas never learnin the ropes

Keep this hustling up

Mathematic, here in Cali, rally

Dirty, I can’t help it

Believe me! All massive an' all crew line up

They can’t get we out

(Who that nigga over there man?)

Niggas lookin over here like shit is sweet

All day mad cause a nigga said his shit is weak

Askin for a true opinion, get mad when a nigga speak

I ain’t got no time for that shit, I already figure the nigga’s weak

You can’t even trust your own best friend or your man and them

Cause them niggas only worry about the shit you handin them

Shit, all a nigga wanna do is

get cake

All a nigga wanna do is be fake

Look around, all snakes, for heaven sakes

Buried with fake, I carry it hate, made in every state

Dilla Dawg

Vintage Cadillac with the grill fronted

Tell them players I’m the GM

Believe me! That is the wickedest sound

That player had in him then use.

Down with all massive and all crew line up

They can’t get we out

When it come to championship — yes we 'ave it

And when it come to dignitary