[{"id":37915318,"name":"Release Date","trackName":"Release Date","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Xzibit","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, today the big day\n\n(Xzibit)\nBeen here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones\nOne more day and I'm a free man walkin\nLeavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state\nAnd ever since they took the weights\nWasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin\nWishin I was back home drinkin every weekend\nRemember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and?\nI can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them\nGoin for a ride that I cannot stop\nSet up shop in Cochran, connect the dots\nAnd for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno\nNortheast to Baskersfield, fuck \"Let's Make a Deal\"\nLivin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will\nAt the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that\nNiggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back\nIt's a sick university, murder the cirriculum\nConcrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles\nMore than that I'm missin my kids\nMissin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse?\nShouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit)\nSome nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck\nWhen kites slide up under your door, you slide them back\nCause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at\nAnd if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back\nLevel four right away, gettin hit the same day\nPlayin the price for the games you play\nNever realize how precious time is til you give it away\nCan't remember what a t-bone taste like\nI stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life\nMotherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened\nTacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin\nSellin everything from weed to blow\nWhen it's time for you to go you're the last to know\nNiggaz holdin weight, essays got the power\nLocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours\nTop ramen, tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters\nWaitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off\nHad to smash a nigga readin my shit\nTryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch\nI seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak\nAnd then physically and mentally cannot compete\nFind new shit to master, make the time move faster\nHome sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster\nKept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin\nTime to catch up with all the shit that I been missin\nEverybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count\nCause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out\nBut some of these niggaz on swipe\nGettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked\nFuck that, when I touch back I got plans\nIf I can't rock the powder, rock the fans\nGive my naked pictures away, shake some hands\nHope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again\nOn all times take the long walk to the front gate\nDress out expandin shit, today my release date\n\n(Talking)\n(X) Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in da outs dog, woo!\n(G) What's up nigga\n(X) Yeah, what's up nigga\n(G) Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X?\nHere goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga\nLucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker\n(X) Ha, yeah right\nCheck it out dog, everybody know that you just got out\nThat shit was all on the radio\nBut dig it I got two strippin bitches\nJust flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas\nReady to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy\nEverybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do?\n(X) Take me to the motherfuckin studio","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.55]Yeah, today the big day\n[00:35.85](Xzibit)\n[00:45.63]Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones\n[00:48.98]One more day and I'm a free man walkin\n[00:51.64]Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state\n[00:55.09]And ever since they took the weights\n[00:56.92]Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin\n[00:59.64]Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend\n[01:02.38]Remember like it's 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dots\n  And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno\n  Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck \"Let's Make a Deal\"\n  Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will\n  At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that\n  Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back\n  It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum\n  Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles\n  More than that I'm missin my kids\n  Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse?\n  Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit)\n  Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck\n  When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back\n  Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at\n  And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back\n  Level four right away, gettin hit the same day\n  Playin the price for the games you play\n  Never realize how precious time is til you give it away\n  Can't remember what a t-bone taste like\n  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murder the cirriculum\nConcrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles\nMore than that I'm missin my kids\nMissin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse?\nShouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit)\nSome nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck\nWhen kites slide up under your door, you slide them back\nCause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at\nAnd if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back\nLevel four right away, gettin hit the same day\nPlayin the price for the games you play\nNever realize how precious time is til you give it away\nCan't remember what a t-bone taste like\nI stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life\nMotherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened\nTacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin\nSellin everything from weed to blow\nWhen it's time for you to go you're the last to know\nNiggaz holdin weight, essays got the power\nLocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours\nTop ramen, tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters\nWaitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off\nHad to smash a nigga readin my shit\nTryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch\nI seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak\nAnd then physically and mentally cannot compete\nFind new shit to master, make the time move faster\nHome sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster\nKept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin\nTime to catch up with all the shit that I been missin\nEverybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count\nCause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out\nBut some of these niggaz on swipe\nGettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked\nFuck that, when I touch back I got plans\nIf I can't rock the powder, rock the fans\nGive my naked pictures away, shake some hands\nHope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again\nOn all times take the long walk to the front gate\nDress out expandin shit, today my release date\n\n(Talking)\n(X) Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in da outs dog, woo!\n(G) 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Ha\nRight here\n\nI've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones\nOne more day and I'm a free man walkin'\nLeavin' from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state (yeah)\nAnd ever since they took the weights\nWasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin'\n\nWishin' I was back home drinkin' every weekend\nRemember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and Donovan\nI can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of 'em\nGoin' for a ride that I cannot stop\nSet up shop in Cochran, connect the dots\nAnd for those that don't know, that's the Pen-East to Fresno\n\nNortheast to Bakersfield, fuck \"Let's Make a Deal\"\nLivin' around niggas who kill, right along with the niggas who will\nAt the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that\nNiggas givin' up the manhood they can't get back\nIt's a sick university (yeeaahh), murder the curriculum\nConcrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles\n\nMore than that I'm missin' my kids\nMissin' my turf, missin' my bitch, what could be worse?\nShouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit!)\nSome nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck\nWhen kites slide up under your door, you slide them back\n'Cause if you pick it up and read it that's where you're at\n\nAnd if you ain't rollin' with that then watch your back\nLevel four right away, gettin' hit the same day\nPayin' the price for the games you play\nNever realize how precious time is 'til you give it away\nCan't remember what a t-bone taste like\nI stayed awake nights listenin' to the sounds of prison life\n\nMotherfuckers cryin', shanks gettin sharpened\nTags gettin' tagged up, plottin' and talkin'\nSellin' everything from weed to blow\nWhen it's time for you to go you the last to know (hahaha)\nNiggas holdin' weight, SA's got the power\nLocked down, one shower every seventy-two hours\n\nTop Ramen and tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters\nWaitin' for the jump off, can't wait to thump off (yeah!)\nHad to smash a nigga readin' my shit\nTryin' to intercept my outside and write my bitch\nI seen niggas sleep for weeks, get too weak\nAnd then physically and mentally cannot compete\nFind new shit to master, make the time move faster\n\nHome sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster\nKept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin'\nTime to catch up with all the shit that I been missin'\nEverybody runnin' they mouth, pussy to count\n'Cause bitches in Cali love niggas that's freshed out\nBut some of these niggas on swipe\n\nGettin' out with the virus he caught from the nigga he liked\nFuck that, when I touch back I got plans\nIf I can't rock the powder, rock the fans (fans)\nGive my naked pictures away, shake some hands\nI hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again\nOn all times take the long walk to the front gate\nDress out spreadin' shit, today my release date\n\nAlright my niggas, I'm gone\nAlright nigga be safe out here!\nSee you in a ounce dog, (yeah-yeah!) 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Safe!\n[03:31.21] Woo!\n[03:32.25] What's up nigga\n[03:32.98] Yeah-eah! What's up nigga?\n[03:35.33] Hey get in the car\n[03:36.56] Yeah, tssh!\n[03:37.05] Huh, my nigga\n[03:38.59] Yeah\n[03:38.62] 'Sup X? Right?\n[03:40.36] Here go ya motherfuckin' chain nigga, yeah\n[03:43.47] Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker\n[03:45.05] Ta-ha! Yeah right! Yeah, yo\n[03:46.76] Check it out dog, everybody know you just got out\n[03:49.30] That shit was all on the radio\n[03:50.97] Word?\n[03:51.23] But dig it, I got two strippin' bitches\n[03:53.10] Just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas\n[03:55.17] Wooo! Tahaha\n[03:55.25] Ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, a gallon of Hennessy\n[03:59.72] Everybody at the club waitin', what you wanna do?\n[04:02.60] Man, take me to the motherfuckin' studio\n[04:04.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Release Date (Produced By Rockwilder)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Man vs. Machine\n  duration_ms: 244253\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, today the big day, yeah\n  start_ms: 25330\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: What? Ha\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 38930\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 38930\n  end_ms: 45800\n- text: I've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones\n  start_ms: 45800\n  end_ms: 49720\n- text: One more day and I'm a free man walkin'\n  start_ms: 49720\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Leavin' from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state (yeah)\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 55540\n- text: And ever since they took the weights\n  start_ms: 55540\n  end_ms: 57340\n- text: Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin'\n  start_ms: 57340\n  end_ms: 60410\n- text: Wishin' I was back home drinkin' every weekend\n  start_ms: 60410\n  end_ms: 63060\n- text: Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and Donovan\n  start_ms: 63060\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of 'em\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 68560\n- text: Goin' for a ride that I cannot stop\n  start_ms: 68560\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: Set up shop in Cochran, connect the 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Ha\n  Right here\n\n  I've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones\n  One more day and I'm a free man walkin'\n  Leavin' from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state (yeah)\n  And ever since they took the weights\n  Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin'\n\n  Wishin' I was back home drinkin' every weekend\n  Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and Donovan\n  I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of 'em\n  Goin' for a ride that I cannot stop\n  Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots\n  And for those that don't know, that's the Pen-East to Fresno\n\n  Northeast to Bakersfield, fuck \"Let's Make a Deal\"\n  Livin' around niggas who kill, right along with the niggas who will\n  At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that\n  Niggas givin' up the manhood they can't get back\n  It's a sick university (yeeaahh), murder the curriculum\n  Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles\n\n  More than that I'm missin' my kids\n  Missin' my turf, missin' my bitch, what could be worse?\n  Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit!)\n  Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck\n  When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back\n  'Cause if you pick it up and read it that's where you're at\n\n  And if you ain't rollin' with that then watch your back\n  Level four right away, gettin' hit the same day\n  Payin' the price for the games you play\n  Never realize how precious time is 'til you give it away\n  Can't remember what a t-bone taste like\n  I stayed awake nights listenin' to the sounds of prison life\n\n  Motherfuckers cryin', shanks gettin sharpened\n  Tags gettin' tagged up, plottin' and talkin'\n  Sellin' everything from weed to blow\n  When it's time for you to go you the last to know (hahaha)\n  Niggas holdin' weight, SA's got the power\n  Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours\n\n  Top Ramen and tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters\n  Waitin' for the jump off, can't wait to thump off (yeah!)\n  Had to smash a nigga readin' my shit\n  Tryin' to intercept my outside and write my bitch\n  I seen niggas sleep for weeks, get too weak\n  And then physically and mentally cannot compete\n  Find new shit to master, make the time move faster\n\n  Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster\n  Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin'\n  Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin'\n  Everybody runnin' they mouth, pussy to count\n  'Cause bitches in Cali love niggas that's freshed out\n  But some of these niggas on swipe\n\n  Gettin' out with the virus he caught from the nigga he liked\n  Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans\n  If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans (fans)\n  Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands\n  I hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again\n  On all times take the long walk to the front gate\n  Dress out spreadin' shit, today my release date\n\n  Alright my niggas, I'm gone\n  Alright nigga be safe out here!\n  See you in a ounce dog, (yeah-yeah!) Safe!\n  Woo!\n  What's up nigga\n  Yeah-eah! What's up nigga?\n  Hey get in the car\n  Yeah, tssh!\n\n  Huh, my nigga\n  Yeah\n  'Sup X? Right?\n  Here go ya motherfuckin' chain nigga, yeah\n  Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker\n  Ta-ha! Yeah right! Yeah, yo\n  Check it out dog, everybody know you just got out\n  That shit was all on the radio\n\n  Word?\n  But dig it, I got two strippin' bitches\n  Just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas\n  Wooo! Tahaha\n  Ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, a gallon of Hennessy\n  Everybody at the club waitin', what you wanna do?\n  Man, take me to the motherfuckin' studio\n"}]