(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
(Xzibit) My son was born about four and a half years ago Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah) Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it) This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about Tryna make it in this world and provide for you Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too Never knew that I would have to be away so much Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight Long nights in the studio take me away Gettin mad cause I'm tired and you want me to play Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah Yeah, c'mon
(Chorus-X) Look, sorry I'm away so much Understand me, yeah It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you) C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much Huh, we keep it gangsta Look
(Xzibit) I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle Now broadcastin live from behind the wall Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)
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(Quik) Now I ain't never been this hot before So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer Callin playa niggas there Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codes Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X
(Suga Free) Come here, give that here dada No no don't do that mama cause dada be back Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that You tryna figure out Why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home Can't keep me away, just can't stay away