Sippin’ on Some Syrup

Lyrics

[Intro: Bun B, Pimp C & DJ Paul] (Triple Six) Yeah, you ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass Fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y Jelly-packin'-ass nigga Smoke somethin', bitch You better get your bitch ass up off the street, nigga You got five seconds to get your hatin' ass up outta here Pourin' up and showin' up, bitch 'Cause it's some trill-ass niggas in this motherfucker Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfuckin' sco' Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers Get the fuck up outta here, bitch Nigga, it's some sippin'-ass, pourin' up-ass, smokin'-ass Gettin' high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga We puttin' it down in this motherfucker And we ain't playin' witcha, y'all know the motherfuckin' sco', ho Now pour it up, nigga [Chorus: Project Pat] Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm trill, workin' the wheel, a pimp, not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisonin' Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainin' You say that you a boss, I ain't believin' that shit You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassin' us I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow Tuss' Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzird I'm chokin' on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Some niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be fucked up, up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night, and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaky, she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie-fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sippin' and dippin' and trippin', mane, I'm 'bout all out [Chorus: Project Pat] Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— [Verse 3: Juicy J] People always askin' me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?" Rollin' on them X pills, stutterin', pup-pup powder packs Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that NyQuil will slow me down, somethin' that keep me easy Nothin' like that yella-yella, that'll have you itchin', mane Talkin' like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords soundin' lame In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank Yeah, my nigg', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fuckin' faint [Verse 4: Bun B] Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Perdido With my Three 6 niggas pourin' up, that's my Southern credo Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido 'Cause you frontin' rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger (Zinger) You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger (Finger) Humdanger, rum-dranker Occasionally take your bitch to the telly and be a dick-and-cum slanger When Big Bun come, danger, nigga, ring your alarm Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm trippin' on some skinny bitches Somethin' that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom For the most, I'm steady sippin' on some, sippin' on some [Chorus: Project Pat] Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip— Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—