Sippin’

Lyrics

[Segue: Violent J] -shine! [Intro] This is for all my drinkers in Newton County, Covington, Jackson lake area, [?] [Chorus] Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down [Verse 1] 12 gauge double barrel, loaded full of buckshot Brewin' up that Mountain Dew, it boilin' like a crockpot Deep out in these southern woods and far away from everythang Out amongst the tombstones, cookin' up that hurricane Take a sip for testin', then pour a little on the ground Soak up in that Georgia clay and now I'm waitin' for the sound A hundred fifty years, buried deep in the earth's grip And soon they're gon' be dancin' when that cool water hits their lip (Woo-hoo) Made from the mill at a field cursed by hoodoo Water from a well, straight outta hell, cursed by voodoo Stir it up, cook it to the point that it evaporates A hundred seventy three degrees, boilin' up the dead awake [Chorus] Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down (Argh! Hoo) Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down [Verse 2] A hundred gallons of that right good top stock Ready for the shippin' in a heavy Chevy small block Foot to the floor, ridin' mean like an outlaw Duckin' dodgin' road blocks like boxin' with a south paw These dark and dusty roads lit up by the full moon Comin' 'round the corner, muffler soundin' like a monsoon I got the devils, mean as demons, ridin' shotgun Strapped with a Winchester, case they have to pop one (Argh!) We headin' for the next county on the southin' trail G man and revenue, hot on my southern tail Hang out the window, one blast with the buckshot Needs to get 'em off my ass so that I don't get got [Verse 3] Wild lightnin', sugar whiskey, stump pole, skull cracker Alley bourbon, city gin, wildcat, block and tackle It's how we do it, how we get it to the next level Have us huntin' bitches down with big axe and shovel (Woo-hoo!) Gone of that good shit, hit you like a mule kick Pick a hater out the crowd and hit 'em with a pool stick Hallucinations, seein' shit got you climbin' trees Passed out in a ditch like a bitch down on your knees Don't even give a fuck when the spirits hit your brain Four shots is all ya need, certified gone insane Lets get it crack-a-lackin', one more 'gain for the pimpin' Take the jug, and turn it up, chug it down, and start the sippin' (Errrgh!) [Chorus] Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down (Here we go!) Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down (C'mon, y'all!) Sippin' on down, sippin' around Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down Sippin' on down, sippin' around (C'mon, y'all!) Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down