Sorry Im Away So Much(Ft.QuikSuga Free) Video (MV)

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
Motherf*ck 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?