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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)
Pimp C
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eatin so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Punk make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that s**t
You got tha funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey s**t off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick orange and yellow tus
Hydrocodone, 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
DJ Paul
scared to flaunt it, some they want it want it
Some they join it join it, but I be fked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bulls**t
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a b*tch
Two all in the mouth, two all in the ass
And plus there's some type of that
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
come in by threes and deuce, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce plus
The next is how its no ounce
sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 4x)
Juicy J
People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that"
Rolling on them X pills, stutterin pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Nyquil slow me down, want something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella that'll have you ithin man
Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was cheef out on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, that s**t will knock you down
Knock you're out, make you fall asleep when you're up on da wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fking faint
Bun B
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 poeing up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your as* 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 b*tch to the Tilly and be a d*ck and c*m slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigg* ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy s**t, I'm tripping on some skinny girls
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 (Repeat til fade)