Digital Underground — Sittin On The Hitz

[Humpty Hump] Yeah, Humpty Hump in the house With INeRsHa, gettin' that motion on So we gon’ spit it, then we spit it! [Chorus] If you’re true and you don’t know where to go to Why don’t you go where our styles mix Read my lips! We’re sittin' on these hits [Shock G] S-H-O-C-K-G Catch me at the show, got flows for ladies Since eighty-six, staying in the mix Getting at these chicks, sometimes stingy with the d--- [Humpty Hump] H-U-M-P-T-Y, no lie, the nose won’t hurt ya I’m up in the lab with INeRsHa, making these hits Got that SD video taking these flicks [Mr Blauw] Look at ya, you donе slipped and ran Into some butter that’s mind blowing Got your еyes glowing Plus she got that bomb heady Gotta stay focused, the kiddie really ain’t ready Got ‘em acting like they family Got ‘em at me like them rats back on deuce-six Loose lips sink battle ships My summer rain cuts straight through the deep blue Hooty hoo! to them ladies on the blocks Stacking paper, get that money flowing If you got that skrill, you better keep it coming Test none, the only reason I’m living is to get rich And have a chick with juicy lips and flexible hips [Chorus] If you’re true and you don’t know where to go to Why don’t you go where our styles mix Read my lips! We’re sitting on these hits [Shock G] Yo, the hip-hop is popular, not like we’re greedy Only way stopping her, don’t let her see me Salt Lake be showing love but Mormons don’t feel me Actually I hope they catch the new one on TV But if not, at the Days Inn is where you’ll see me Live shows in the dive bar, that’s all they leave me No choice but to tour, that’s what feeds me Got a great team behind-the-scenes doing DVDs To bring some extra crumbs, let’s get dumb Put ‘em up in this bitch or I’m a clown on another one Bring the fun, keeping it true Ay yo, Karma, let the hook do! [Chorus] If you’re true and you don’t know where to go to Why don’t you go where our styles mix Read my lips! We’re sittin' on these hits [Nutz] Hitech games, Karl Kani skates Fat uncle tweed knit sweater Big Mitch Montero truck With the bumps in the trunk like whaaat! With the wood and leather Chrome packing skin with the BFs Aight, straight fatted up, kid, one hell of a guy And I like my Fahrenheit cologne And my Nextel cellular phone Honey dips with lips and tits and hips and all that shit All covered in Coppertone White Owl blunts, Black & Milds, Newports and kind bud All tripping in the twilight zone [Humpty Hump - singing] Some people think I’m crazy because I’m a little bit wild Some ladies call me ‘baby’, they say they like my style [TJizzle] T-J-I double Z-L-E If I wasn’t then why would I say that’s me (come on!) C to the A with a I-N-N (that’s me) Y with a Baller, I won’t say it again (uh-uh) Rock you with my crew INeRsHa and Shock G A-to-the-K-to-the-A: Humpty Now when Humpty does his dance I’ll just pull up my pants And keep grinning with my white tee We flip the lyrical scratches with the digable tracks That we hear at the mic We be like we the emcees so pleased to please Because we got what you like We steal the show, we take control If you ain’t heard now you know With the mission to clear out the space, reset and we go [Chorus] If you’re true and you don’t know where to go to Why don’t you go where our styles mix Read my lips! We’re sittin' on these hits [TJizzle] Ay yo, Humpty, hit ‘em with the grits [Humpty Hump] H-U-M-P-T-Y, no lie, the nose won’t hurt ya I’m up in the lab with INeRsHa, making these tracks Turn around for my cam, let me shoot you from the back Some people think I’m crazy because I’m a little bit wild Some ladies call me ‘baby’, they say they like my style Just because I’m Humpty, clowning in my drop top Jag DJs try to lump me up in that monster bag Yeah, take that