Sippin On Some Syrup Lyrics

Sippin On Some Syrup lyrics

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

[Repeat 8x]



[Pimp C]

I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a pimp

Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp

We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning

Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining

You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit

You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit

Take that monkey shit 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]

Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it

Some niggas they joan it joan it, 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 there's some type of 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 freakin' 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

40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus

Tuss and X is how its pronounced

Niggas 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, 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 coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit 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 fucking faint



[Bun B]

Nigga 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 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo

Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass 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 bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger

When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm

Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm

And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches

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]