[Intro: Tash]
Check check, one two, one two, Alkaholiks yeah
It′s Tha Liks, yeah, yeah
What y'all sittin′ on, yeah
What y'all sittin' on, what you sittin′ on
[Verse 1: Tash, J-Ro]
Baby girl what you sittin′ on, dubs or deuce-deuce's
She said she don′t fuck with rap niggas, just producers
Runnin' through the club with all the loose goose′s
If you sittin' on a fat ass, that′s who the crew chooses
Homeboy what you sittin' on tonight
You sippin' on some X.O. or you sippin′ on a Sprite (X.O.)
CaTash do it right to the broad daylight
Might take y′all niggas block if y'all ain′t sittin' on it right
What you sittin′ on mama, turn around and let me see ya
I peep you through the see-through, make a nigga wanna keep ya
Compare the ass to rims because I roll you through the city
You shinin' lookin′ pretty, always flossin' when you with me
Hoes got 24's, 22′s and dubs
Look what they sittin′ on next time you in the club
Mackin' Ro crackin′ hoes when they walk through the door
Ass so big she left skid marks on the dance floor
Yo, aiyyo, what you sittin' on Tash?
[Hook: Jemini, The Alkoholiks]
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
[Verse 2: Jemini]
Aiyyo I'm rollin′ on a little candy apple red somethin′ somethin'
With the top down, you ain′t gotta walk along the side
Jump inside the ride and hold on
You know the nigga holdin' nine inches
Pushin′ V-6 engines with 26 inch rims
Your girlfriends be like, "Mommy I can see why you fuckin' with Jem"
I roll out in a big toy
And if that ass is fat, we′ll jump in the back and make big noise
If not, the Benz is hot if your friends is hot
And I can see y'all wanna get up in what big Jem got
Mami, if you can make your poom-poom pop-pop
We can rock, skate, roll, in my fo'-dot drop
You don′t know what I hold in the parking lot
Other niggas don′t bite but they bark a lot
I come through with the crispness, look at the grill
Got these chickens screamin', "Damn, is this nigga for real?"
Hey, it ain't where you roll or what you roll on
Amen, et cetera and so on, what you sittin' on?
[Hook: Jemini, The Alkoholiks]
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
[Verse 3: Tash, J-Ro]
What you sittin′ on, killer, an army or a handgun?
Niggas see CaTash and be like, "Damn, where that man from?"
I'm straight from the L where the niggas prevail
We fuckin′ tall model bitches while y'all niggas fuck L′s
What you sittin' on, labels, sleepin′ on your artists
Sittin' on your hands regardless, who the hardest
Y'all niggas better fuck with the fuckin′ Alkaholiks
Y′all better come sit your ass down and pay homage
What you sittin' on, a Brougham with a trunk full of homegrown
Gettin′ blown bout the trade, the weed, the wheels of chrome
And it's early mornin′, when the sky is low and
The crows are crowin', but you rollin′ all alone
Like you hard as stone, not knowin' you in the wrong zone
Where niggas don't condone low phalone [?], plus they one and seven chrome
Your moms called you on the phone
To say stay in school Tone, but you didn′t make it home
So what you sittin′ on?
[Hook: Jemini, The Alkoholiks]
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
What you sittin′ on? (What you sittin' on?)
[Outro: Sample 1, Sample 2]
Talk about the MC with the fat ass and titties
Society's got us by the you-know-what
We′re living way too high
We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook
And it's all we can do to get by
