Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
  [Repeat 8x]
    [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 pinchin' 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 wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss
  Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone
  The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
  If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd
  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 joan it joan it, 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 there's some type of 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 freakin' 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
  40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
  Tuss and X is how its pronounced
  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, 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 will have you itching man
  Talking like you "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 are 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 wicked high, gotta have that drank
  Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
    [Bun B]
  Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido
  Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito
  With my Three 6 nigga pouring 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 manger boy, but you gets the middle finger
  Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally 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
  And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
    Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
  [Repeat til fade]