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Tytuł: Release Date

  • Wykonawca: Xzibit
  • Wy¶wietleń: 366
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