Sippin' on some syrup lyrics

Artist  : Three six mafia 
Song : 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 eat 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 a funny Geneva evil watch, with the
Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and
yellow cuffs
Hyper called on, 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 joint 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'
haves a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at 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 twos, 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 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, scurry pup-pup powder
packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we
need that
Night crillers slow me down, want something that
keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're
itching man
Talking like you 'What's up, fool?' Vocal chords
sounding lame
In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter
pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have
knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up
on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat
field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that
dank
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 hoeing 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)