*featuring U.G.K.
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
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[Repeat 8x]
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[Pimp C]
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I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
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Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
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We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
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Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining
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You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit
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You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
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Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
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I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss
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Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone
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The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
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If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd
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I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
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[DJ Paul]
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Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
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Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it
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We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
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If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch
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Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
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And plus there's some type of nigga
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Dick hard all night and she cool with that
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She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
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And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose
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Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose
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All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit
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40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
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Tuss and X is how its pronounced
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Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
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[Repeat 4x]
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[Juicy J]
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People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that"
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Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs
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Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
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Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy
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Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man
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Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame
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In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound
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Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down
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Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels
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Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill
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Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank
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Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
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[Bun B]
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Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido
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Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito
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With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo
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Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito
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Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger
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You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger
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Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take
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Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger
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When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
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Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
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And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
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Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
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And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
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[Repeat til fade]
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Sippin' On Some Syrup
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| Three 6 Mafia |
