(Xzibit talking)
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Come here Tre, what's up son, come on
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To whom it may concern, yeah, listen
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Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
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All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me
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Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
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(Xzibit)
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My son was born about four and a half years ago
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Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow
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I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah)
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Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it)
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This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset
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When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about
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Tryna make it in this world and provide for you
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Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too
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Never knew that I would have to be away so much
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Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch
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We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
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I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
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Long nights in the studio take me away
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Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play
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Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin
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And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah
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Yeah, c'mon
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(Chorus-X)
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Look, sorry I'm away so much
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Understand me, yeah
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It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
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C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much
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Huh, we keep it gangsta
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Look
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(Xzibit)
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I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple
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Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle
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Now broadcastin live from behind the wall
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Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls
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Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
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Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me
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Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be
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For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key
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You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
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Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute
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Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot
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Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not
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Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots
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I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
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Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way
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You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)
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(Chorus)
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(Quik)
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Now I ain't never been this hot before
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So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before
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I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year
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Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here
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Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer
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Callin playa niggas there
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Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son
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Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
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Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes
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While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codes
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Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X
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Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X
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(Suga Free)
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Come here, give that here dada,
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no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be back
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Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that
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You tryna figure out
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why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone
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Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home
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Can't keep me away, just can't stay away
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(Chorus-Suga Free)
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(Suga Free talkin to fade)
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Sorry I'm Away So Much - Featuring Suga And DJ Quick
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| Xzibit |
