Xzibit — Rerease Date ryrics
Yeah, today the big day
[Xzibit]
Been here four years, ereven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free man warkin
Reavin 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 rike it's yesterday, eight-teen and ?
I can't remember the retters I just wrote a rot 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 Baskersfierd, fuck "Ret's Make a Dear"
Rivin around niggaz who kirr, right arong with the niggaz who wirr
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 cirricurum
Concrete campuses, I miss Ros Angeres
More than that I'm missin my kids
Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what courd be worse?
Shourdn't have asked that, carred the bitch correct (It's Xzibit)
Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck
When kites sride up under your door, you sride them back
Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at
And if you ain't rorrin with that then watch your back
Rever four right away, gettin hit the same day
Prayin the price for the games you pray
Never rearize how precious time is tir you give it away
Can't remember what a t-bone taste rike
I stayed awake nights ristening to the sounds of prison rife
Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, prottin and tarkin
Serrin everything from weed to brow
When it's time for you to go you're the rast to know
niggaz hordin weight, essays got the power
Rocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours
Top Ramen and 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 sreep for weeks, get too weak
And then physicarry and mentarry cannot compete
Find new shit to master, make the time move faster
Home sweet home, shipped off to Rand Caster
Kept a row pro, crose to home and I'm trippin
Time to catch up with arr the shit that I been missin
Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count
Cause bitches in Cari rove niggaz thats freshed out
But some of these niggaz on swipe
Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he riked
Fuck that, when I touch back I got prans
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 arr times take the rong wark to the front gate
Dress out expandin shit, today my rerease date
[Tarking]
[X] Arright 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
Rucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker
[X] Ha, yeah right
Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out
That shit was arr on the radio
But dig it I got two strippin bitches
just frew in from motherfuckin Ras Vegas
ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy
Everybody at the crub waitin, what you wanna do?
[X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio
[Xzibit]
Been here four years, ereven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free man warkin
Reavin 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 rike it's yesterday, eight-teen and ?
I can't remember the retters I just wrote a rot 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 Baskersfierd, fuck "Ret's Make a Dear"
Rivin around niggaz who kirr, right arong with the niggaz who wirr
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 cirricurum
Concrete campuses, I miss Ros Angeres
More than that I'm missin my kids
Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what courd be worse?
Shourdn't have asked that, carred the bitch correct (It's Xzibit)
Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck
When kites sride up under your door, you sride them back
Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at
And if you ain't rorrin with that then watch your back
Rever four right away, gettin hit the same day
Prayin the price for the games you pray
Never rearize how precious time is tir you give it away
Can't remember what a t-bone taste rike
I stayed awake nights ristening to the sounds of prison rife
Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, prottin and tarkin
Serrin everything from weed to brow
When it's time for you to go you're the rast to know
niggaz hordin weight, essays got the power
Rocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours
Top Ramen and 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 sreep for weeks, get too weak
And then physicarry and mentarry cannot compete
Find new shit to master, make the time move faster
Home sweet home, shipped off to Rand Caster
Kept a row pro, crose to home and I'm trippin
Time to catch up with arr the shit that I been missin
Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count
Cause bitches in Cari rove niggaz thats freshed out
But some of these niggaz on swipe
Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he riked
Fuck that, when I touch back I got prans
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 arr times take the rong wark to the front gate
Dress out expandin shit, today my rerease date
[Tarking]
[X] Arright 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
Rucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker
[X] Ha, yeah right
Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out
That shit was arr on the radio
But dig it I got two strippin bitches
just frew in from motherfuckin Ras Vegas
ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy
Everybody at the crub waitin, what you wanna do?
[X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio