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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 nigga 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 Cochran, connect the dots

And for those that don`t know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno

Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let`s Make a Deal"

Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will

At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that

Niggaz 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 bitch, what could be worse?

Shouldn`t have asked that, called the bitch collect (It`s Xzibit)

Some nigga 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

Motherfuckers 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

niggaz 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 nigga readin my shit

Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch

I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak

And then physically and mentally cannot compete

Find new shit 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 shit that I been missin

Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count

Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out

But some of these niggaz on swipe

Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked

Fuck 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 motherfuckers again

On all times take the long walk to the front gate

Dress out expandin shit, today my release date



[Talking]

[X] Alright my niggaz, I`m gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo!

[G] What`s up nigga

[X] Yeah, what`s up nigga

[G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X?

Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga

Lucky I didn`t pawn that motherfucker

[X] Ha, yeah right

Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out

That shit was all on the radio

But dig it I got two strippin bitches

just flew in from motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin studio

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 nigga 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 Cochran, connect the dots

And for those that don`t know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno

Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let`s Make a Deal"

Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will

At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that

Niggaz 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 bitch, what could be worse?

Shouldn`t have asked that, called the bitch collect (It`s Xzibit)

Some nigga 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

Motherfuckers 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

niggaz 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 nigga readin my shit

Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch

I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak

And then physically and mentally cannot compete

Find new shit 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 shit that I been missin

Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count

Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out

But some of these niggaz on swipe

Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked

Fuck 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 motherfuckers again

On all times take the long walk to the front gate

Dress out expandin shit, today my release date



[Talking]

[X] Alright my niggaz, I`m gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo!

[G] What`s up nigga

[X] Yeah, what`s up nigga

[G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X?

Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga

Lucky I didn`t pawn that motherfucker

[X] Ha, yeah right

Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out

That shit was all on the radio

But dig it I got two strippin bitches

just flew in from motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin studio

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