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(Xzibit talking)Come here Tre, what's up son, come onTo whom it may concern, yeah, listenSorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeahAll the sons, daughters, penitentary niggas, yeah, feel meUh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah(Xzibit)My son was born about four and a half years agoNothin protected him, amazin how fast they growI came to know about his likes and his dislikes, yeahVideo games, taught him how to ride his first bikeThis is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upsetWhen I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you aboutTryna make it in this world and provide for you 'Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you tooNever knew that I would have to be away so muchFive thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touchWe Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeahI rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tightLong nights in the studio take me awayGettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyinAnd expand your mind my lil' ni', yeahYeah, c'mon(Chorus-X)Look, sorry I'm away so muchUnderstand me, yeahIt's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so muchHuh, we keep it gangstaLook(Xzibit)I got a brother locked down, he be out in a coupleKnuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscleNow broadcastin live from behind the wallStayin tight through long kites and telephone callsGettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.Can't wait for your release so you can roll with meArrange everything exactly how it's supposed to beFor right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-keyYou say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visitTime limits got me movin a million miles a minuteKnee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hotStill gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's notSleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knotsI wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the copsMuthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the wayYou goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)(Chorus)(Quik)Now I ain't never been this hot beforeSo in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out beforeI'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a yearUp in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in hereNothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheerCallin playa niggas thereNot the kinda place I really wanna bring my sonGet on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some funUsed to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothesWhile I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codesHit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, XNow I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X(Suga Free)Come here, give that here dada, no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be backHere go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see thatYou tryna figure out why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phoneOoh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be homeCan't keep me away, just can't stay away(Chorus-Suga Free)(Suga Free talkin to fade)more