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Yeah, today the big day
(Xzibit)
Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free man walkin
Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state
And ever since they took the weights
Wasn't much for a nigg* to do but start thinkin
Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend
Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ?
I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them
Goin for a ride that I cannot stop
Set up shop in Corcoran, connect the dots
And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno
Northeast to Baskersfield, fk "Let's Make a Deal"
Livin around who kill, right along with the who will
At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that
givin up the manhood they can't get back
It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum
Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles
More than that I'm missin my kids
Missin my turf, missin my b*tch, what could be worse?
Shouldn't have asked that, called the b*tch collect (It's Xzibit)
Some nigg* picked up, wanted to break her neck
When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back
Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at
And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back
Level four right away, gettin hit the same day
Playin the price for the games you play
Never realize how precious time is til you give it away
Can't remember what a t-bone taste like
I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life
Motherfkers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin
Sellin everything from weed to blow
When it's time for you to go you're the last to know
holdin weight, essays got the power
Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours
? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters
Waitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off
Had to smash a nigg* readin my s**t
Tryin to intercept my outside and write my b*tch
I seen sleep for weeks, get too weak
And then physically and mentally cannot compete
Find new s**t to master, make the time move faster
Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster
Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin
Time to catch up with all the s**t that I been missin
Everybody runnin they mouth, p*ssy to count
Cause girls in Cali love thats freshed out
But some of these on swipe
Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigg* he liked
fk that, when I touch back I got plans
If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans
Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands
Hope I never seen none of you motherfkers again
On all times take the long walk to the front gate
Dress out expandin s**t, today my release date
(Talking)
X Alright my , I'm gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo!
G What's up nigg*
X Yeah, what's up nigg*
G Hey get in the car, my nigg*, sup X?
Here goes ya motherfkin chain nigg*
Lucky I didn't p*wn that motherfker
X Ha, yeah right
Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out
That s**t was all on the radio
But dig it I got two strippin girls
just flew in from motherfkin Las Vegas
ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy
Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do?
X Take me to the motherfkin studio
