Take It Back lyrics

[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 sh*t so n*ggas could break
All my real n*ggas - all a n*gga wanna do is get cake
All them other n*ggas - all a n*gga wanna do is be fake
But now - oh sh*t, 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 n*ggas gettin sprung on coke
I'm like oh, young n*ggas gettin sprung off {*BLAM*}
Oh sh*t! Some n*ggas never learnin the ropes
Ropes...

[Scratching]
Keep this hustling up
I'm f*cking you up
Talk all that
f*ck all that
Hardcore new V.R
Mathematic, here in Cali, rally
Dirty, I can't help it
I been an addict
[Reggae voice]
Believe me! All massive an' all crew line up
They can't get we out

[Madlib]
(Who that n*gga over there man?)
n*ggas lookin over here like sh*t is sweet
All day mad cause a n*gga said his sh*t is weak
Askin for a true opinion, get mad when a n*gga speak
I ain't got no time for that sh*t, I already figure the n*gga's weak
You can't even trust your own best friend or your man and them
Cause them n*ggas only worry about the sh*t you handin them
sh*t, all a n*gga wanna do is get cake
All a n*gga wanna do is be fake
Look around, all snakes, for heaven sakes
Buried with fake, I carry it hate, made in every state

Rock, ohh, ohh, uhh
Dilla Dawg
Madlib
Yeah
Ohh~! Ohh~! Dilla

[Scratching]
Let's build on it
Vintage Cadillac with the grill fronted
Totin in the BM-Dub
Tell them players I'm the GM
[Reggae voice]
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
{*speaking too fast to translate*}