Best of Things

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'm leavin' the house, poutin', let me tell you about

Tryna make it in this world and provide for you

'Cause on them oversea 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 out of the fine relyin'

And expand your mind, my lil' ni', yeah

Yeah, come on

Look, sorry I'm away so much

Understand me, yeah

It's for you, huh, yeah (you, and you, and you)

Come on, look, sorry I'm away so much

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 wall

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 lo-key

You say, "Damn, Xzibit, why ain'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

Motherfuck 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 movin'

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, yeah, and you)

Sorry I'm away so much (yeah)

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' playa niggas here

Not the kinda place I really wannabring my son

So get on little Dane, go in there and have you some fun

Used to be there, cook a beat up in 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 the controller)

Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin' with X

Come here, give dada kiss

No, don't do that, mama, 'cause dada be back

Here go your baba, Pampers, flashy heaven, you can see that

You tryna figure out why dada talkin' to you through this glass on the phone?

Ooh, I slapped a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home (come on)

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 (five minutes to chow)

Sorry I'm away so much (won't let me stay in touch)

One phone call a month

Sorry I'm away so much (sorry I'm away so much)

(Won't cut my hair though)

(Can't even smoke a blunt, yeah)

They won't let me stay in touch (let me stay in touch)

Tried to write a kite (on the yard)

Said it wasn't right

They tried trippin' (another number)

DJ Quik, Suga Free and Xzibit

That's my parole, mama

Sorry I'm away so much

That's my PO, baby

She don't want nothin', she just want me to pee in that cup, okay

Want baba?

You sleepy?