Sippin On Some Syrup (Explicit)

Three 6 Mafia / UGK / Project Pat

专辑：When The Smoke Clears

歌词

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp

If l could get my shit togethe

We eat so many shrimp, i got iodine poisoning

I done ****ed around for a minut

You say that you a boss, i ain't believing that bullshit

You got a funny geneva evil watch, with the ferrari kit

Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing u

I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs

Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone

The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome

If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp

I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp

Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want i

Some niggas they join it joint it, but i be ****ed up up on i

Well we're the mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit

If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a *******

Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the as

And plus there's some type of niggas tha

Caught all night and she cool with that

She popped off a pill of x, and drank off some orange juice

And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose

Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goos

All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that x and the tootie fruit

40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus

The next is how its no ounce nigga

Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man i'm bout all ou

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

People always asking me, "me the three 6 high on that"

Rolling on them x pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs

Woah-wuh where the niggas at, ain't like that we need tha

Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy

Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man

Talking like you "what's up, fool?" vocal chords sounding lame

In my days all we did was g-fight on the quarter pound

Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down

Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels

Ain't no doubt, hit me when i peep for this wheat field

Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank

Heard my name, gino, i feel like i'm gonna ****ing fain

Let me continue what you know, i bring nito and young guido

Hauling vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?bedito?

With my three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creed

Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like john vito

Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a zanger

You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger

Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take

Your niggas to the tilly and be a nigga and cum slange

When big bun come danger, niggas ring your alar

sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm

And that crazy shit, i'm tripping on some skinny b***he

Some the hoes, i'm florida the foes

And for the most i'm steady sippin' on some

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip