Sittin’ shiva, that’s what we read,
Sittin’ shiva, because he was dead.
Rollin’ out to the burbs for a service
while the Rabbi tries to keep us from bein’ nervous.
Sittin’ shiva, I did, sittin’ shiva;
I sat lookin’ pretty, I did, my diva.
The Jewish womens like to dress deir best,
and wear perfume and be the dope guest.
Prayers thrown around, yo, they were,
like a basketball team on they own turf.
Sittin’ shiva, that’s what we read,
Sittin’ shiva, because he was dead.
Sittin’ shiva, I did, sittin’ shiva;
I sat looking pretty, I did, my diva.
Yo.