I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty If she

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above You haunt me With dreadful ease

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

All day, all day bring it my way I wanna handle your bizz Waah yuh put it pon meee Baby girl cau' you don't stop pose And you look good inna clothes And you pretty like rose And di sitten expose Chilling out inna the island breeze

Who wants to ride? Who wants to roll? Westbound, southbound, where the wind blows Who needs a plan? Bring the whole fam Load 'em all up in my VW van (V-dub, VW) Yeah, who wants to ride my VW van? (V-dub, VW) A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map

Before they take it all away Trying to see if the world is still alive What are you waiting for, I'm here Let the day go by Let's consume it all I hear them from the other side As I sit and let the day go by I hear them from the other side (other side)

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

Romance is mush stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be while I rot with the rest Of those whose lives are lonely too I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the

Don't want no rocking-chair regrets I got that fire and it's burning in my chest Gonna keep on living 'til I hear the last call And I, I, I want it all Babe, I'll put my heart on the line Been a-sittin' 'round a coward, broken all that I can break Cried