Xzibit - Release Date Lyrics
Yeah, today the big day[xzibit]Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot onesOne more day and Im a free man walkinLeavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the stateAnd ever since they took the weightsWasnt much for a nigga to do but start thinkinWishin I was back home drinkin every weekendRemember like its yesterday, eight-teen and ?I cant remember the letters I just wrote a lot of themGoin for a ride that I cannot stopSet up shop in cochran, connect the dotsAnd for those that dont know, thats the pen-east to fresnoNortheast to baskersfield, ***** lets make a dealLivin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who willAt the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with thatNiggaz givin up the manhood they cant get backIts a sick university, murder the cirriculumConcrete campuses, I miss los angelesMore than that Im missin my kidsMissin my turf, missin my *****, what could be worse?Shouldnt have asked that, called the ***** collect (its xzibit)Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neckWhen kites slide up under your door, you slide them backCause when you pick em up and read em thats where youre atAnd if you aint rollin with that then watch your backLevel four right away, gettin hit the same dayPlayin the price for the games you playNever realize how precious time is til you give it awayCant remember what a t-bone taste likeI stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison lifeMother*****ers cryin, shanks gettin sharpenedTacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkinSellin everything from weed to blowWhen its time for you to go youre the last to knowNiggaz holdin weight, essays got the powerLocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours? tuna, trigger happy sharpshootersWaitin for the jump off, cant wait to thump offHad to smash a nigga readin my shitTryin to intercept my outside and write my *****I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weakAnd then physically and mentally cannot competeFind new shit to master, make the time move fasterHome sweet home, shipped off to land casterKept a low pro, close to home and Im trippinTime to catch up with all the shit that I been missinEverybody runnin they mouth, ***** to countCause *****es in cali love niggaz thats freshed outBut some of these niggaz on swipeGettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked***** that, when I touch back I got plansIf I cant rock the powder, rock the fansGive my ***** pictures away, shake some handsHope I never seen none of you mother*****ers againOn all times take the long walk to the front gateDress out expandin shit, today my release date[talking][x] alright my niggaz, Im gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo![g] whats up nigga[x] yeah, whats up nigga[g] hey get in the car, my nigga, sup x?Here goes ya mother*****in chain niggaLucky I didnt pawn that mother*****er[x] ha, yeah rightCheck it out dog, everybody know that you just got outThat shit was all on the radioBut dig it I got two strippin *****esJust flew in from mother*****in las vegasReady to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the hennessyEverybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do?[x] take me to the mother*****in studio
