rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go They done labelled my nigga psychotic Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow
pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin', I mean I was thirteen, I was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time and a place That I would
I was sittin' on the fence And I thought that I would kiss you I never thought I would have missed you But you never let me fall Push my back against
' over You're hoppin' over a fence If you in the whip, ghost ride the *** Slip into the liquor sto', sippin' on a fifth Yeah, bring in the bag Gangbang
' wood grain (That's black thangs) But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same) Damn, what a difference a year And a hundred and twelve days
been sittin' here waitin' For you to come home When I wake up baby I'm sittin' there all alone Ain't that a shame shame shame Shame on you Ah it's a
Dr Dre made me rich Where you from? California What city? Compton What you drive? Impala What you smokin' on? Chronic What you drinkin' on? Patron What you sittin' on
a story to tell Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout {yella boy} Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog
laughin' at you really I got my locs on dickis on, keep the workin' niggas on Keep the cash at Vicky's home, yeah, she keep them dickis on Keep my locs on, I see you hatin' mothfuckers Keep my locs on
roll with the gangs Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that Caps
Back on the scene and I'm sittin' on trust status Told my tester, drop it on his apparatus Clientele, I seen em' comin' and I seen em' gone Sweaty palms itchin' with them high beams on
around to laugh in my face and eat in my field Said a scarecrow, swinging on a pole to some blackbirds Sittin? on a fence, "Oh, the Lord gave me a soul
feet And I'm back in the rain Oh, you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence He's
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in Oh I, I got my eyes on you Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch 'Cause
feel it at all? Can you feel it Can you feel it at all? Sittin' on a fence Breaking your defense for affection Watchin' every move Though you haven't got a
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs Feet propped up on the railin' Sittin' in front of the country store Discussin' how the crops were failin' About
just how missin' me feels, in my red high heels All those games you tried to play, well, they ain't gonna work on me now I put a barbed wire fence around