Songtext Sittin on von Tha Dogg Pound

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2006

Sittin on

[Intro:]
Gotta gotta blunt that I'm smokin weighin mo' than 8 grams
Sittin on 23's, sittin on-sittin on 23's
S-sittin on 23's, sittin on-sitton on 23's
Wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes, wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes
Gotta blunt that I'm smokin weighin mo' than 8 grams

[Chorus: x2]
Sittin on 23's, sittin on-sittin on 23's
S-sittin on 23's, sittin on-sitton on 23's
Wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes, wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes
Gotta blunt that I'm smokin weighin mo' than 8 grams

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, when you see me ridin just realize it's not a game
It's just me and the homies (sittin on them chrome thangs)
(24's, 25's, 26's)
(Pirellis on deep dishes) scrapin out on you bitches, look
Don't trip player, hittin niggaz 'cross the head
Or maybe I should just slap your bitch instead
From the G's to the Vogues to the hundred spoke gold
My nigga, Dogg Pound Gangstaz fo' sho', my nigga
(C'mon and light it up, blaze it blaze it blaze it up)(
Sittin real high my nigga come and raise it up)
(Shine hard like the diamonds on my neck)
(Maserati, Corvette, love the way that it sit, cause I'm)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Just pulled up at the stoplight high
On cool, pullin up to the stoplight high
Trippin, look who pulled up on the side
My nigga, D-A-to-the-Z is on the ride
(Fresh paint, 6 coats of clear, your boy glossy on 'em)
(I'm drippin wet, leavin stains when I hit the corner)
(Oh-six, digital up, I'm futuristic)
(Look at that nigga Daz & Kurupt, them boys glistenin)
I'm rollin in, rollin up weed at the same time
Pimpin through the streets in the daytime
It ain't nuttin but a G thang
I got my biscuits on, pimpin in three lanes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We get swizzy on a bizzy (pimpin through the strizzeets)
And everywhere we gizzoe (we keep that hizzy)
(Got my grand national international)
(Dogg Pound international, fuck thinkin rational)
(I'm a scrape the curb and hit donuts)
I get to burnin mo' rubber when that nigga show up
Impala Regal, Alco's, 84's with elbows
Lean low, burn rubber, hit the gas, go slow
(Little mama wanna take a ride in my Southside)
(Monte Carlo with the aqua blue outside)
Old school, new school, chrome shoes, oooh
Put it in drive and everything is cool cause I'm

[Chorus x2]

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[Chorus: x2]
Sittin on 23's, sittin on-sittin on 23's
S-sittin on 23's, sittin on-sitton on 23's
Wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes, wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes
Gotta blunt that I'm smokin weighin mo' than 8 grams

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, when you see me ridin just realize it's not a game
It's just me and the homies (sittin on them chrome thangs)
(24's, 25's, 26's)
(Pirellis on deep dishes) scrapin out on you bitches, look
Don't trip player, hittin niggaz 'cross the head
Or maybe I should just slap your bitch instead
From the G's to the Vogues to the hundred spoke gold
My nigga, Dogg Pound Gangstaz fo' sho', my nigga
(C'mon and light it up, blaze it blaze it blaze it up)(
Sittin real high my nigga come and raise it up)
(Shine hard like the diamonds on my neck)
(Maserati, Corvette, love the way that it sit, cause I'm)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Just pulled up at the stoplight high
On cool, pullin up to the stoplight high
Trippin, look who pulled up on the side
My nigga, D-A-to-the-Z is on the ride
(Fresh paint, 6 coats of clear, your boy glossy on 'em)
(I'm drippin wet, leavin stains when I hit the corner)
(Oh-six, digital up, I'm futuristic)
(Look at that nigga Daz & Kurupt, them boys glistenin)
I'm rollin in, rollin up weed at the same time
Pimpin through the streets in the daytime
It ain't nuttin but a G thang
I got my biscuits on, pimpin in three lanes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We get swizzy on a bizzy (pimpin through the strizzeets)
And everywhere we gizzoe (we keep that hizzy)
(Got my grand national international)
(Dogg Pound international, fuck thinkin rational)
(I'm a scrape the curb and hit donuts)
I get to burnin mo' rubber when that nigga show up
Impala Regal, Alco's, 84's with elbows
Lean low, burn rubber, hit the gas, go slow
(Little mama wanna take a ride in my Southside)
(Monte Carlo with the aqua blue outside)
Old school, new school, chrome shoes, oooh
Put it in drive and everything is cool cause I'm

[Chorus x2]