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 eatin 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 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' house a bitch
Two niggas all in the mouth, niggas all in 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, stutterin pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Nightquil 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?&qThere’s alot on my mind so I guess that I’ll take it one thing at a time, still sometimes I can’t help but wonder why...
I sit around all day and I waste my whole damn life away, still thinkin’ bout’ just what there is to say.
(Chorus #1)
Should I say goodnight???
...go to bed, turn out the fucking light and leave you shining in the past. Should I try and forget???
...even though next week it’s something I’ll regret. Or, should I try and make it last?
I think about the day when I felt you’d throw it all away to try and make me feel like I’m the one.
You were my best friend, and I never ever thought those days would end but now it seems like they are gone.
(Chorus #2)
What more can I say???
...I never wanted it to be this way, And where the hell is yesterday???
...We sure had a blast! I’m sorry that we’re living in the past, should we try and make it last?
(Repeat chorus #1)