Sippin’ on Some Syrup lyrics

[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-packin'-ass n*gga
Smoke somethin', b*tch
You better get your b*tch ass up off the street, n*gga
You got five seconds to get your hatin' ass up outta here
Pourin' up and showin' up, b*tch
Cause it's some trill-ass n*ggas in this motherf*cker
Yeah, n*gga, y'all know the motherf*ckin' sco'
Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers
Get the f*ck up outta here, b*tch
n*gga, it's some sippin'-ass, pourin' up-ass, smokin'-ass
Gettin' high-ass n*ggas in here, Three 6, UGK, n*gga
We puttin' it down in this motherf*cker
And we ain't playin' witcha, y'all know the motherf*ckin' sco', ho
Now pour it up, n*gga

[Chorus: Project Pat]
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—
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 1: Pimp C]
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'
f*ck n*ggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainin'
You say that you a boss, I ain't believin' that sh*t
You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey sh*t off, you embarrassin' 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 chokin' on that doja sweet and sippin' 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 sippin' and dippin' and trippin', mane, I'm 'bout all out
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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: Juicy J]
People always askin' me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?"
Rollin' on them X pills, stutterin', pup-pup 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', mane
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 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 n*gg', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' f*ckin' 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 pourin' up, that's my Southern credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido
'Cause you frontin' 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 trippin' on some skinny b*tches
Somethin' that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sippin' on some, sippin' on some
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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—