Passenger Side, Front Seat


Passenger side, front seat,
It's where you both sat.
Passenger side, front seat,
Rattata tat tat, was the sound both guns made.
Passenger side, front seat,
Was your last seat before the grave.
Passenger side, front seat,
No one has been caught.
Passenger side, front seat,
Has the truth been straight out bought
Or sold to the highest bidder?
Passenger side, front seat,
From Vegas and LA news came.
Passenger side, front seat,
Life will never be the same.
Passenger side, front seat,
We all know Pac and Biggie,
But what about Little Sister?
She laid down in Oakland, California, one night
And Death it did not miss her.
Passenger side, front seat,
The bullets went through the front door.
Passenger side, front seat,
Did the bullets even the score?
Passenger side, front seat,
Does black on black go down smoother?
Passenger side, front seat,
Where was CNN and Anderson Cooper?

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