Release Date

[Intro]
Yeah, today the big day, yeah
What? Ha...
Right here

[Verse]
I've 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 (Yeah)
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 Donovan
I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of 'em
Goin' for a ride that I cannot stop
Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots
And for those that don't know, that's the Pen-East to Fresno
Northeast to Bakersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal"
Livin' around niggas who kill, right along with the niggas who will
At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that
Niggas givin' up the manhood they can't get back
It's a sick university (Yeeaahh...), murder the curriculum
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 if you pick it up and read it 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
Payin' 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 listenin' to the sounds of prison life
Motherfuckers cryin', shanks gettin sharpened
Tags gettin' tagged up, plottin' and talkin'
Sellin' everything from weed to blow
When it's time for you to go you the last to know (Hahaha...)
Niggas holdin' weight, SA's got the power
Locked 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 (Yeah!)
Had to smash a nigga readin' my shit
Tryin' to intercept my outside and write my bitch
I seen niggas 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 niggas that's freshed out
But some of these niggas on swipe
Gettin' out with the virus he 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 (Fans...)
Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands
I hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again
On all times take the long walk to the front gate
Dress out spreadin' shit, today my release date

[Skit]
[X] Alright my niggas, I'm gone
[Inmates] Alright nigga be safe out here!
See you in a ounce dog, (Yeah-yeah!) Safe!
[X] Woo!
[G] What's up nigga
[X] Yeah-eah! What's up nigga?
[G] Hey get in the car
[X] Yeah, tssh!
[G] Huh, my nigga
[X] Yeah...
[G] 'Sup X? Right?
Here go ya motherfuckin' chain nigga, yeah
Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker
[X] Ta-ha! Yeah right! Yeah, yo
[G] Check it out dog, everybody know you just got out
That shit was all on the radio
[X] Word?
[G] But dig it, I got two strippin' bitches
Just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas
[X] Wooo! Tahaha...
[G] Ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, a gallon of Hennessy
Everybody at the club waitin', what you wanna do?
[X] Man, take me to the motherfuckin' studio