Yeah, today the big day, yeah

What? Ha

Right here

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 **** 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 **** who kill, right along with the **** who will

At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that

**** 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 **** 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)

**** 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 **** readin' my shit

Tryin' to intercept my outside and write my bitch

I seen **** 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 **** that's freshed out

But some of these **** on swipe

Gettin' out with the virus he caught from the **** 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

Alright my ****, I'm gone

Alright **** be safe out here!

See you in a ounce dog, (yeah-yeah!) Safe!

Woo!

What's up ****

Yeah-eah! What's up ****?

Hey get in the car

Yeah, tssh!

Huh, my ****

Yeah

'Sup X? Right?

Here go ya motherfuckin' chain ****, yeah

Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker

Ta-ha! Yeah right! Yeah, yo

Check it out dog, everybody know you just got out

That shit was all on the radio

Word?

But dig it, I got two strippin' bitches

Just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas

Wooo! Tahaha

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?

Man, take me to the motherfuckin' studio