[Intro: Bun B, Pimp C & DJ Paul]
(Triple Six)
Yeah, you ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass
Fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y Jelly-packin'-ass n***a
Smoke somethin', bitch
You better get your bitch ass up off the street, n***a
You got five seconds to get your hatin' ass up outta here
Pourin' up and showin' up, bitch
Cause it's some trill-ass n***as in this motherfucker
Yeah, n***a, y'all know the motherfuckin' sco'
Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers
Get the fuck up outta here, bitch
N***a, it's some sippin'-ass, pourin' up-ass, smokin'-ass
Gettin' high-ass n***as in here, Three 6, UGK, n***a
We puttin' it down in this motherfucker
And we ain't playin' witcha, y'all know the motherfuckin' sco', ho
Now pour it up, n***a

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm trill, workin' the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisonin'
Fuck n***as make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainin'
You say that you a boss, I ain't believin' that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassin' 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 bizzird
I'm chokin' on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Some n***as scared to flaunt it, some n***as, they want it, want it
Some n***as, they jon'ing, jon'ing, 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 n***as all at the mouth, two n***as all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a n***a 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 freaky, she done got super loose
N***as 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
N***as sippin' and dippin' and trippin', mane, I'm 'bout all out
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
People always askin' me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?"
Rollin' on them X pills, stutterin', pup-pup powder packs
Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that
NyQuil will slow me down, somethin' that keep me easy
Nothin' like that yella-yella, that'll have you itchin', mane
Talkin' like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords soundin' lame
In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll 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 nigg', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fuckin' faint

[Verse 4: Bun B]
N***a, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Perdido
With my Three 6 n***as pourin' up, that's my Southern credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido
'Cause you frontin' 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, n***a, ring your alarm
Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm trippin' on some skinny bitches
Somethin' that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sippin' on some, sippin' on some
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip-sippin' on some, sip—