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