Sippin’ on Some Syrup lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Intro: Bun B, Pimp C, & DJ Paul]
(Triple Six!)
Yeah, you ol' pus*y-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass
f*ck-ass, di*k-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y Jelly-packing-ass n*gga
Smoke something, b*tch
You better get your b*tch ass up off the street, n*gga
You got five seconds to get your hating ass up outta here
Pouring up and showing up, b*tch
Cause it's some trill-ass n*ggas in this motherf*cker
Yeah, n*gga, y'all know the motherf*cking sco'
Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers
Get the f*ck up out of here, b*tch
n*gga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass
Getting high-ass n*ggas in here, Three 6, UGK, n*gga
We putting it down in this motherf*cker
And we ain't playing witcha, y'all know the motherf*cking sco', ho
Now pour it up, n*gga

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
[Verse 1: 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
f*ck n*ggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that sh*t
You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey sh*t off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow Tuss'
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzird
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Some n*ggas scared to flaunt it, some n*ggas, they want it, want it
Some n*ggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be f*cked up, up on it
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullsh*t
If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a b*tch
Two n*ggas all at the mouth, two n*ggas all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a n*gga di*k 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 freaky, she done got super loose
n*ggas 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
Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced
n*ggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?"
Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs
Wh-wh-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'll have you itching, man
Talking like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords sounding lame
In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here sh*t'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 weekly high, gotta have that drank
Yeah, my nig', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' f*cking faint

[Verse 4: Bun B]
n*gga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Perdido
With my Three 6 n*ggas pouring up, that's my Southern credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido
'Cause you fronting rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger (Zinger)
You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger (Finger)
Humdanger, rum-dranker
Occasionally take your b*tch to the telly and be a di*k-and-c*m slanger
When Big Bun come, danger, n*gga, ring your alarm
Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy sh*t, I'm tripping on some skinny b*tches
Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sipping on some, sipping on some
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
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