Release date lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Release date
 
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