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THREE 6 MAFIA lyrics : "Sippin' On Some Syrup"

(feat. U.G.K.)

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

[x8]

[Pimp C]

I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning

$#&@ ^!$$%s make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that %#@!
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit

Take that monkey %#@! off, you embarrassing us
I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss
Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone

The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp


[DJ Paul]
^!$$%s scared to flaunt it, some ^!$$%s they want it want it

Some ^!$$%s they joan it joan it, but I be $#&@ed up up on it
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bull%#@!
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a (*##$

Two ^!$$%s all at the mouth, two ^!$$%s all at the $$#
And plus there's some type of ^!$$%
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 freakin' she done got super loose
^!$$%s 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
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
Tuss and X is how its pronounced

^!$$%s sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

[x4]

[Juicy J]

People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that"
Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that

Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man
Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame

In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound
Gone on !@%!e, eyes are bucked, this here %#@! will 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 wicked high, gotta have that drank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna $#&@ing faint


[Bun B]
^!$$% tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido

Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito
With my Three 6 ^!$$% pouring up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your $$# like John Vito

Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger
You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger
Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take

Your (*##$ to the Telly and be a dick and### slanger
When Big Bun come danger, ^!$$% ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm

And that crazy %#@!, I'm tripping on some skinny (*##$es
Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp


Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat til fade]

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