Three 6 Mafia – Sippin’ on Some Syrup

Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip (Repeat 8x)

[Pimp C]

For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp

Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp

We eatin so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning

Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining

You say that you a boss, I ain’t believing that shit

You got tha funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit

Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us

I got the red promethazine, thick orange and yellow tus

Hydrocodone, on the hands-free phone

The ’84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome

If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp

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 join it join it, but I be fucked up up on it

Well we’re 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 in the mouth, two niggas all in the ass

And plus there’s some type of niggas that

Caught all night and she cool with that

She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice

And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose

Niggas come in by threes and deuce, all in circles like duck-duck-goose

All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit

40 dollars for just one ounce plus

The next is how its no ounce niggas

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, stutterin pup-pup powder packs

Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain’t like that we need that

Nyquil slow me down, want something that keep me easy

Nothing like that yella yella that’ll have you ithin man

Talking like you “What’s up, fool?” Vocal chords sounding lame

In my days all we did was cheef out on the quarter pound

Gone on coke, eyes are buck, that shit will knock you down

Knock you’re out, make you fall asleep when you’re up on da wheels

Ain’t no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field

Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank

Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I’m gonna fucking faint

[Bun B]

Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido

Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?

With my Three 6 niggas poeing 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 major boy, but you gets the middle finger

Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take

Your bitch to the Tilly 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

Some the hoes, I’m Florida the foes

And for the most I’m steady sippin’ on some

Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip (Repeat til fade)