Sittin´ On Top Of The World (Part II) Songtext / Lyric

Sittin' on top of the world

Huh, I done heard this shit

You wanna know what the fuck I heard bitch?



I heard you wanna carbon copy me, not possible to succeed

Bustin' niggas knee caps, 'cause greed is fuckin' with weed

Give me more cheddar than Ellie, no hillbilly from Beverly

Heavily sedated, still hated and rated R



You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall

I got the sure shot method, guaranteed to make a nigga pause

Peep the cars I'm in, uncountable amount of Benjamin's

Benzes for all my friends



If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin' no fuckin' sense

Get relentless when it comes to stackin' chips and shit

Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory

Unloaded at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga






Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt

Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby

Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump



It's the number one contender, so so def member known as Brat

Girlfriend offender because the mans think I'm all that

Crystal in my lap, chronic chokin' me

Niggas hopin' we fall off, but we won't, we don't



All we do is keep fuckin' it up

While all you do is keep lookin' at us

Known evidence is that I dispense hits

And make more house quakes than Prince

Leavin' muthafuckas dense



One of the baddest bitches on the planet

Act like you know, it's the funk bandit, dammit, and you can't stand it

You can run, but you can't hide from this bad mannered individual

Gal from the West side, hit 'em up



I came quick, stick like the bottom of some ostrich

Holdin' your fans hostage from your bullshit

And it's written all over your face, you want my space

But ain't got what it takes to take my place



Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt

Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby

Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump



Now best believe, I got more tricks up my sleeve than that silly rabbit

All day dream about cheese and how I gots to have it

Got a weed habit, but I'm still on point

One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joints



It be the B R A T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower

Muthafuckas can't see, ridin' drop top roadsters

Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust



You see, niggas round town talked this and that

Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack

Dropped the album Funkdafied and you thought it was bold

But thirty days later the LP went gold



Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt

Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world

With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby

Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump



Sitting

Ohh ya

Sitting

Down wit' my girl