Rollin’ - Explicit Album Version lyrics

Three 6 Mafia
When The Smoke Clears
Sippin' On Some Syrup

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

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 pinchin' 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 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

n*ggas scared to flaunt it, some n*ggas they want it want it
Some n*ggas they joan it joan it, 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 there's some type of 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 freakin' 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
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
Tuss and X is how its pronounced
n*ggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

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 sh*t 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 f*cking faint

n*gga 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 n*gga 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 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 thang 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
And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip