Lirik Lagu Sippin' On Some Syrup - Three 6 Mafia
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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 fimpKeep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear BlimpWe eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoningPunk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargainingYou say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shitYou got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kitTake that monkey shit off, you embarrassing usI got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffsHyper called on, on the hands-free phoneThe '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chromeIf you got 16, you can get a biz-erpI'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
DJ Paul-Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want itSome niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on itWell we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshitIf we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitchTwo niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the assAnd plus there's some type of niggas thatCaught all night and she cool with thatShe popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juiceAnd just when you thought she was freaky she done got super looseNiggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-gooseAll it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plusThe next is how its no ounce niggasNiggas 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, scurry pup-pup powder packsWoah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need thatNight crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easyNothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching manTalking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lameIn my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter poundGone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you downNow you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheelsAin't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat fieldOnce again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dankHeard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
Bun B-Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young GuidoHauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedoQuick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John VitoCause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a ZangerYou ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle fingerHumdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally takeYour bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slangerWhen Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarmSexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palmAnd that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitchesSome the hoes, I'm Florida the foesAnd for the most I'm steady sippin' on some
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)
Pimp C-For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a fimpKeep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear BlimpWe eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoningPunk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargainingYou say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shitYou got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kitTake that monkey shit off, you embarrassing usI got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffsHyper called on, on the hands-free phoneThe '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chromeIf you got 16, you can get a biz-erpI'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
DJ Paul-Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want itSome niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on itWell we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshitIf we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitchTwo niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the assAnd plus there's some type of niggas thatCaught all night and she cool with thatShe popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juiceAnd just when you thought she was freaky she done got super looseNiggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-gooseAll it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plusThe next is how its no ounce niggasNiggas 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, scurry pup-pup powder packsWoah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need thatNight crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easyNothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching manTalking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lameIn my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter poundGone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you downNow you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheelsAin't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat fieldOnce again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dankHeard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
Bun B-Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young GuidoHauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedoQuick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John VitoCause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a ZangerYou ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle fingerHumdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally takeYour bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slangerWhen Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarmSexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palmAnd that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitchesSome the hoes, I'm Florida the foesAnd for the most I'm steady sippin' on some
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)
