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Sorry I’m Away So Much feat. DJ Quik & Suga Free
Xzibit
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Come here Tre, what's up, son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, listen
Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah, feel me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
My son was born about four and a half years ago
Loved and protected him, amazin' how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (Yeah)
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (That's it)
This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin' all upset
When I leave the house, poutin', let me tell you about
Tryna' make it in this world and provide for you
'Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so much
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin' in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, (Yeah) we partners for life (Yeah)
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
Long nights in the studio take me away
Gettin' 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 relyin' and expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah, c'mon
Look, sorry I'm away so much
Understand me, yeah
It's for you (Hah)
Yeah, you (And you, and you)
C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much
(C'mon, keep it gangsta)
Look, I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin' but muscle
Now broadcastin' live from behind the walls
Stayin' tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin' hype when you see your brother on TV
Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay low-key
You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me movin' a million miles a minute
Knee deep in it, gotta strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not
Sleepin' on cots, bullet 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)
Yeah, we keep it moving
Look, sorry I'm away so much
All the daughters, all the sons around the world
It's for you, it's for you (And you, and you)
Sorry I'm away so much
Hell yeah
(Yo, Quik)
Now I ain't never been this hot before (No)
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, callin' player niggas here
Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son
So get on lilttle Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
Used to be there cook a beat up there sewin' your clothes
While I'm with you on the PlayStation showin' you codes
Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X (Give me that, Troy)
Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin' with X
Come here, give that here, kid
Dada no no don't do that Mama 'cause Dada be back
Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy and you can see that
You tryna figure out why Dada talkin' to you through this glass on the phone?
Oh, I slapped a bitch and then she snitched but I'll be home (C'mon)
(Can't keep me away) Just can't stay away
Sorry I'm away so much (Sorry I'm away so much)
Baby girl
Locked down in the pen (If I'd [?] the child)
(Sorry I'm away so much, won't let me stay in touch)
Sorry I'm away so much (Sorry I'm away so much)
They won't let me stay in touch
(That's on the road, Mama)
Sorry I'm away so much
That's my PO, baby
(DJ Quik & Xzibit laughing in the background)
She don't want nothin', she just want me to pee in that cup, okay?
You want ba-ba?
You sleepy?