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