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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Project Pat
Project Pat
Stimme und Gesang
Bun B
Bun B
Stimme und Gesang
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Stimme und Gesang
Juicy J
Juicy J
Stimme und Gesang
Pimp C
Pimp C
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter:in
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter:in
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter:in
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter:in
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Produzent:in
Juicy J
Juicy J
Produzent:in
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mischtechniker:in
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

歌詞

[Intro]
Yeah, you old pussy ass, cake ass, punk ass, trick ass, sucker ass, fuck ass
Dick-in-the-booty ass, K-Y jelly packin' ass
You better get your bitch ass up off the street, ****
You got five seconds to get your hatin' ass up outta here
'Cause there's some trill ass **** in this motherfucker
[Intro]
Yeah, ****, y'all know the motherfuckin' sco'
Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers
Get the fuck up outta here, bitch
[Intro]
****, it's some sippin' ass, pourin' up ass, smokin' ass
Gettin' high ass **** in here, Three 6
UGK, ****, we puttin' it down in this motherfucker
[Intro]
And we ain't playin' with you
Y'all know the motherfuckin' sco', ho
[Intro]
Now pour it up, ****
[Chorus]
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Chorus]
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sip, sippin' on some, sippin' on some, sippin' on some
[Verse 1]
I'm trill, workin' the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisonin'
Fuck **** make me sick with all they pinchin' and bargainin'
You say that you a boss, I ain't believin' that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassin' us
I got the rare promethazine, thick orange and yellow 'Tuss
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got sixteen, you can get a blizzerd
I'm chokin' on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp
[Verse 2]
Some **** scared to flaunt it, some ****, they want it, want it
Some ****, they jon'in', jon'in', but I be fucked up-up on it
Roll with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit
And we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch
Two **** all at the mouth, two **** all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a **** 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
**** 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 Tutti Fruit
Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced
**** sippin' and dippin' and drippin', man, I'm 'bout all out
[Chorus]
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Verse 3]
People always askin' me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?"
Rollin' on them X pills, stutterin', p-p-powder packs
Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that
NyQuil will slow me down, somethin' that keep me easy
Nothin' like that yella-yella, that'll have you itchin', man
Talkin' like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords soundin' lame
In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll 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
Yeah, my nig, y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fuckin' faint
[Verse 4]
Say, ****, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nedo, and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Perdido
With my Three 6 ****, pourin' up at my Southern credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido
'Cause you frontin' rap singers be creamy like a Zanger
You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdinger, rum drinker, occasionally take your bitch to the telly
And be a dick and cum slinger
When Big Bun come, danger, ****, ring your alarm
Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm trippin' on some skinny bitches
Somethin' that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sippin' on some sizzurp
[Chorus]
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sippin' on some, sip
Written by: Bun B, Pimp C
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