Three 6 Mafia - Sippin' On Some Syrup Lyrics

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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip 
[Repeat 8x] 

[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 
Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining 
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit 
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit 
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us 
I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss 
Hydrocodone, 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 

[DJ Paul] 
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it 
Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it 
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit 
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch 
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass 
And plus there's some type of nigga 
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 
Niggas 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 
Tussionex is how its pronounced 
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out 

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip 
[Repeat 4x] 

[Juicy J] 
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 shit 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 fucking faint 

[Bun B] 
Nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger 
When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm 
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm 
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches 
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 
[Repeat til fade]

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lyrics submitted by danielle on 28-04-2006
lyrics corrected on 29-02-2008