Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Where I Belong, artist - LL COOL J. Album song G. O. A. T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Back Where I Belong |
Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run |
I’ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot |
That’s close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locatepoint |
You ain’t gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack |
Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods |
They told me «yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love |
And Ever since the X’s and the Jiggas came out |
my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about |
What’s Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out |
Why you didn’t answer back correctly, fuck was that about?» |
as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things |
about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings |
been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind |
I decided I don’t want to reach my goal if it means losing myshine |
Streets is Hip-hop and I’m Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine |
Ballin’as long as you been livin', that’s a long time |
Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat |
You hit a hot one in every city on the map |
And niggas keep sleepin’and you keep coming back |
You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap |
It feels so good to be back Where I Belong |
The Streets is Where I Belong |
They Had me locked down much too long |
Hey Hey |
Some Say «L that’s cool, but see times have changed» |
Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range |
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains |
Trade O.E. |
for Henny, Colt 45 for ch&agne |
Hustling niggas found they way into the game |
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names |
And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe |
I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face |
I’m like a villain, I’m representing on my lyrics |
and force feed the world, even if they don’t want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin’his ex-broad |
I’m getting head from his new piece |
While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit |
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album |
And Totally fucked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms |
From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada |
With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz |
For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am |
I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World |
The way ya label hates your guts |
And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don’t believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up |
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career |
A one-hit wonder, huh |
No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world |
You get your lyrics from the internet |
Then spit 'em word for word |
Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books |
And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada |
And you been frontin’all this time |
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too |
LL Cool J and I did this to you |
On that note he said |
«Yo L, you the man», I said peace, one love |
And Drove off in the Lex Land |
Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I’m sayin?, all that bullshit you was talking |
Dont mean shit, you finish now |
I’m still the man nigga |
the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room |
You know what I mean? |
come get that shit, fuck, what |
MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I’ma get another one nigga |
You Know what I’m sayin, this LL you know how I get down |
You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame |
but is this really what you want? |
Hahahahahahahha |