J Dilla - 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** so n***as could break All my real n***as - all a n***a wanna do is get cake All them other n***as - all a n***a wanna do is be fake But now - oh sh**, 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***as gettin sprung on coke I'm like oh, young n***as gettin sprung off {*BLAM*} Oh sh**! Some n***as never learnin the ropes Ropes... [Scratching] Keep this hustling up I'm f**ing you up Talk all that f** 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 ma**ive an' all crew line up They can't get we out [Madlib] (Who that n***a over there man?) n***as lookin over here like sh** is sweet All day mad cause a n***a said his sh** is weak Askin for a true opinion, get mad when a n***a speak I ain't got no time for that sh**, I already figure the n***a's weak You can't even trust your own best friend or your man and them Cause them n***as only worry about the sh** you handin them sh**, all a n***a wanna do is get cake All a n***a 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 ma**ive 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*}