(Xzibit talking)
 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, penitentary niggas, yeah, feel me
 Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
 
 (Xzibit)
 My son was born about four and a half years ago
 Nothin 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
 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
 
 (Chorus-X)
 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
 Huh, we keep it gangsta
 Look
 
 (Xzibit)
 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 wall
 Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls
 Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
 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 lo-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, 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)
 
 (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
 Callin playa niggas there
 Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son
 Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
 Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes
 While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codes
 Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X
 Now 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 back
 Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that
 You tryna figure out 
 why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone
 Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home
 Can't keep me away, just can't stay away
 
 (Chorus-Suga Free)
 (Suga Free talkin to fade)