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I've been four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a man walkin' Leavin' from these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever they took the weights Wasn't much for a to do but thinkin'
Wishin' I was back home drinkin' weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and I remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin' for a ride that I cannot Set up shop in Corcoran, connect the And for those that know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno to Bakersfield, "Let's Make a Deal"
Livin' around who kill, right with the who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you that up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university, the curriculum Concrete campuses, I Los Angeles
More than that I'm missin' my Missin' my turf, missin' my, could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the (It's Xzibit) Some picked up, wanted to her neck When kites slide up under door, you slide them back
'Cause if you 'em up and read 'em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin' with that then watch your four right away, gettin' hit the same day Playin' the for the games you play Never realize how time is till you give it away
Can't remember what a taste like I stayed awake nights to the sounds of prison life Cryin', gettin' sharpened Tacs gettin' up, plottin' and talkin'
everything from weed to blow When time for you to go you're the last to know weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two
tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin' for the off, can't wait to thump off Had to smash a my to intercept my outside and write my
I seen sleep for weeks, get too And then physically and cannot compete Find new to master, make the time faster Home sweet home, off to Land Caster
Kept a low pro, to home and I'm trippin' Time to catch up with all the that I've missin' runnin' they mouth, to count 'Cause in Cali love thats out
But some of these on Gettin' out with the virus caught the he liked That, I touch back I got plans If I can't the powder, rock the fans
Give my naked pictures away, shake some I hope I never seen none of you On all times the long walk to the front gate out expandin', today my release date