Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Triple Six!) Yeah, you all 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 Cause it's some trill-ass niggas in this motherfucker Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfucking sco' Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers Get the fuck up out of here, bitch Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three- six, UGK, nigga We putting it down in this motherfucker And we ain't playing witcha, y'all know the motherfucking sco', hoe Now pour it up, nigga Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip 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 syrup Some niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be fucked up, up on it We're with the Mafia six, and we ain't about 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, Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrupp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs Wh-wh-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 cords sounding lame In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound Gone on coke, eyes all 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 weekly high, gotta have that drank Yeah, my nig', you ain't know? I feel like I'm gonfucking faint 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-six niggas pouring up, that's my Southern credo Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido Because you fronting rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger (Zinger) You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger (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 thing 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, sipping on some Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some syrup, sip, sipping on some, sip
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Jordan Michael Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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