Sittin on 23's

Tha Dogg Pound

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    [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-sittin on 23's
    Wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes, wheelin-wheelin hundred spokes
    Gotta blunt that I'm smokin weighin mo' than 8 grams

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    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 One]
    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]

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    [Verse Two]
    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 Three]
    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'ma 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] - 2X

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    Composición: K. Dean

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