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