Bun B: You ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass, fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y Jelly-packing-ass nigga You better get your bitch ass up off the street, nigga You got five seconds to get your hating ass up outta here, (Pimp C: Pouring up and showing up, bitch) cause it's some trill-ass niggas in this motherfucker DJ Paul: Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfucking sco', y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers, get the fuck up out of here, bitch Bun B: Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass, getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga, we putting it down in this motherfucker DJ Paul: And we ain't playing witcha, y'all know the motherfucking sco', homie Bun B: Now pour it up, nigga [Hook: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip (x8) [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 Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching 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 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 bizzerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they joning, joning, 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, that syrup have a 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 freaking, 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 Forty dollars for just one ounce ounce, plus Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out [Hook] [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 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'll have you itching, man Talking like, 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 all bucked, this here shit'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 gonna fucking faint [Verse 4: Bun B] Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 niggas pouring up in my southern credo Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido Cause you fronting rap sangers, be creamy like a Zanger You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger Humdanger, rum dranker, occasionally 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 For the most, I'm steady sipping on some sizzurp