Sitting Here

I'm just sittin here chillin, just sittin here Just sittin here chillin, just sittin here Just sittin here chillin, just sittin here Just sittin here, just chillin [ Shawn J-Period ] Look up in the sky, it's a dog, it's a train No, it's the Down South flock flyin south for the winter Once we enter your township, girlie, move your hip Bop your 'fro, move your toes with the eenie-minie-moes ( ? ) don't have a fit, cause soon comes the skit But the record label wanted us to make another hit To add to the artillery, drink a few ( ? ) then I pause Catch my breath cause it be on to the crack of dawn Pass the baton to [ Soda Pop ] Soda, the brother who's relaxin on the patio Just pull up a chair, take a squat near your stereo The three man band, originator rock a fan Clap your hands and hear the voice who's so damn illuminate I rock a jam and let the public consume and let's Chill before I let the horns hit ya For now goin, goin, gone, but yo, I get with ya [ Shawn J-Period ] Hey baby, here's a cushion for your fanny The rocking chair in the corner belongs to my granny When she sits and watch ( ? ) (Yo, you snuggle by the fireplace?) Yeah, roastin another chestnut on the Bar-B ( ? ) vroom-vroom on my Harley So I chill and max Bundle up and chop the cherry tree down with axe Graese my 'fro with the jax Matter of facts I got the skill (To ( ? )) sneezin coughin like the Nyquil I prescribe ya just to sit here and chill [ Soda Pop ] Hm, I passed out but yo I'm still on the cool-out With the cash in hands to rock a fan Cause the song swings the same, yes damn And hit the coochie come soon A full moon's for my whole platoon And tons of tunes that you never heard before Peace to Sleepy Red, yo, the twinkle's all yours Self-induced and produced by the Period man But yo, it's time to (chill) and let the horns build