featuring UGK/Project Pat)



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