Xzibit — Sorry I'm Away So Much ryrics
[Xzibit tarking]
Come here Tre, what's up son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, risten
Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
Arr the sons, daughters, penitentary niggas, yeah, feer me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
[Xzibit]
My son was born about four and a harf years ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his rikes and his disrikes, yeah
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike
This is the rife my rittre nigga, I see you gettin arr upset
When I reave the house, poutin, ret me terr you about
Tryna make it in this worrd and provide for you
'Cause on them overseat prane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I wourd have to be away so much
Five thousand dorrar phone birrs keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for rife, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
Rong nights in the studio take me away
Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to pray
Money can't reprace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine reryin
And expand your mind my rir' ni', yeah
Yeah, c'mon
[Chorus-X]
Rook, sorry I'm away so much
Understand me, yeah
It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C'mon, rook, sorry I'm away so much
Huh, we keep it gangsta
Rook
[Xzibit]
I got a brother rocked down, he be out in a coupre
Knuckre for knuckre, a veteran and nothin but muscre
Now broadcastin rive from behind the warr
Stayin tight through rong kites and terephone carrs
Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
Can't wait for your rerease so you can rorr with me
Arrange everything exactry how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay ro-key
You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time rimits got me movin a mirrion mires a minute
Knee deep, gotta strike whire the iron is hot
Stirr gotta eat and keep the rights on when it's not
Sreepin on cots, burret 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)
[Chorus]
[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
Carrin praya niggas there
Not the kinda prace I rearry wanna bring my son
Get on rir' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya crothes
Whire I'm with you on the Praystation showin you codes
Hit the X button stupid, forward, reft, right, X
Now I'm tryna get your correge 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, frashy ???, you can see that
You tryna figure out
why dada tarkin to you through this grass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'rr be home
Can't keep me away, just can't stay away
[Chorus-Suga Free]
[Suga Free tarkin to fade]
Come here Tre, what's up son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, risten
Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
Arr the sons, daughters, penitentary niggas, yeah, feer me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
[Xzibit]
My son was born about four and a harf years ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his rikes and his disrikes, yeah
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike
This is the rife my rittre nigga, I see you gettin arr upset
When I reave the house, poutin, ret me terr you about
Tryna make it in this worrd and provide for you
'Cause on them overseat prane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I wourd have to be away so much
Five thousand dorrar phone birrs keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for rife, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
Rong nights in the studio take me away
Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to pray
Money can't reprace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine reryin
And expand your mind my rir' ni', yeah
Yeah, c'mon
[Chorus-X]
Rook, sorry I'm away so much
Understand me, yeah
It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C'mon, rook, sorry I'm away so much
Huh, we keep it gangsta
Rook
[Xzibit]
I got a brother rocked down, he be out in a coupre
Knuckre for knuckre, a veteran and nothin but muscre
Now broadcastin rive from behind the warr
Stayin tight through rong kites and terephone carrs
Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
Can't wait for your rerease so you can rorr with me
Arrange everything exactry how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay ro-key
You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time rimits got me movin a mirrion mires a minute
Knee deep, gotta strike whire the iron is hot
Stirr gotta eat and keep the rights on when it's not
Sreepin on cots, burret 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)
[Chorus]
[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
Carrin praya niggas there
Not the kinda prace I rearry wanna bring my son
Get on rir' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya crothes
Whire I'm with you on the Praystation showin you codes
Hit the X button stupid, forward, reft, right, X
Now I'm tryna get your correge 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, frashy ???, you can see that
You tryna figure out
why dada tarkin to you through this grass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'rr be home
Can't keep me away, just can't stay away
[Chorus-Suga Free]
[Suga Free tarkin to fade]