Jim Jones What You Been Drankin On? Lyrics

What You Been Drankin On? Lyrics


[Intro: Diddy Talkin]

Dipset motherfuckas 

Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy 

Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind 

AHHH!!!! 



[Hook: Jha Jha]



What u been drankin on 

What u been sippin on 

What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on 

What u been drankin on 

What u been sippin on 

What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on 

Cuz u aint drunk hoe 

U aint drunk hoe 

U aint ridin u aint live u aint drunk hoe 



[Verse 1: Jha Jha]

I was up in the club vibin, 

sippin on sizzurp vibin 

Gettin a lil close fo' 

my man wanna just slow 

to the jamz these girls wanna start wylin 

They gots to start trippin, 

they got the crowd listenin, 

U know the type 

wanna get into a fight 

when they get a lil light 

them chiks just need attention 

They playin "Get from Round", 

im sayin get from round me 

If u spill that drink on my brand new mink 

imma split every bitch that's round me 

We can buck if u want to 

Im the type that'll give u what u want boo 

Yall chicks cant stand wit me

I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait til' I bust to the roof 



[Hook: Diddy]

Cuz u aint drunk nigga 

U aint drunk nigga 

Til' that sizzurp and henny is in yo cup nigga 

What u been sippin on? 

What u been hittin on? 

U see them chicks in Bakinies we pour them Chrisses on 



[Verse 2: P. Diddy]

(Call me Diddy) Lets ride that out 

Stomp that talk outside your mouth 

I'll put guys outside your house 

We the hottest in the south 

Badboy, Dipset 

Baby girl, get ya lips wet 

Maybach like that shoffa 

Money aint too far from Oprah's 

U should've seen what I paid my shoffer 

It's e-nuff to buy u a roster 

This toaster, 

supposed to, take u on a rollercoaster 

U aint poppin like Diddy baby, Im rockin wit Diddy baby 

The Drops is terrific kid, the wrist is the 80... 



[Hook: Jim Jones]

What U been sippin on 

Who U been smokin with 

What got U actin all silly doin stupid shit 

Cause you ain't drunk nigga

You little fuck nigga

Cause You ain't bad, yous a fag, you aint tough nigga



[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

Yall Know the deal, 

Long arm shirt dont show the steal 

Ski mask when we gone to kill 

We blast and U know we will 

We dont mash just olds-mobiles 

Ride to ya block slow as hell 

Look for U fucks than unload the shells, 

A nigga get caught than please post bell 

Peace out to the homies in jail 

Know how it be that lonley S.L. 

Full of turf that smokey cell 

U cookin it than u goin to hell 

Im witta bitch in the front seat holdin the steal 

She got me, Im so foreal 

Move the candy ring to get the candycane, 

For them pretty Range Rova wheels 



[Hook: Paul Wall]

What U been sippin on? 

Whats in that white cup? 

It's that memphissing, co-dean, not purple tub! 

Cuz U aint leanin bitch 

U aint co-deanin bitch 

That cup and money, U aint high, U aint sleepy bitch 



[Verse 4: Paul Wall]

Cock the 4, hold the duce 

Mix the sprite made a juice 

Prepare to lean off that co-dean 

Prescription call it syrup gettin ya loose 

White cup that's full of that oil 

Texas T we call it drank 

Sittin sidewayz on them 4's lavish drippin wet candy paint 

Who's the man, who's the G 

Houston TX, the 7 1 3 

Im on the block that we call south-lee 

Sippin oil with the thugs and G's 

Paul Wall what U know about me 

Im on the grind and Im slangin leash 

When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp 

I'll show U how to make a sprite remix 



[Outro: Diddy]

Dipset, BadBoy, MuthaFUCKAS!!!! 

Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall... 

They call me diddy!...Harlem ''stand up'' 

Dirty South ''stand up'', ''Midwest stand up'' 

Westcoast ''stand up''....Yeaah... (Come On, Come On)



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