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Jim Jones - What You Been Drankin On? lyrics
[Intro: Diddy Talkin] Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind AHHH!!!! [Hook: Jha Jha] What u been drankin on What u been sippin on What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on What u been drankin on What u been sippin on What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on Cuz u aint drunk hoe U aint drunk hoe U aint ridin u aint live u aint drunk hoe [Verse 1: Jha Jha] I was up in the club vibin, sippin on sizzurp vibin Gettin a lil close fo' my man wanna just slow to the jamz these girls wanna start wylin They gots to start trippin, they got the crowd listenin, U know the type wanna get into a fight when they get a lil light them chiks just need attention They playin "Get from Round", im sayin get from round me If u spill that drink on my brand new mink imma split every bitch that's round me We can buck if u want to Im the type that'll give u what u want boo Yall chicks cant stand wit me I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait til' I bust to the roof [Hook: Diddy] Cuz u aint drunk nigga U aint drunk nigga Til' that sizzurp and henny is in yo cup nigga What u been sippin on? What u been hittin on? U see them chicks in Bakinies we pour them Chrisses on [Verse 2: P. Diddy] (Call me Diddy) Lets ride that out Stomp that talk outside your mouth I'll put guys outside your house We the hottest in the south Badboy, Dipset Baby girl, get ya lips wet Maybach like that shoffa Money aint too far from Oprah's U should've seen what I paid my shoffer It's e-nuff to buy u a roster This toaster, supposed to, take u on a rollercoaster U aint poppin like Diddy baby, Im rockin wit Diddy baby The Drops is terrific kid, the wrist is the 80... [Hook: Jim Jones] What U been sippin on Who U been smokin with What got U actin all silly doin stupid shit Cause you ain't drunk nigga You little fuck nigga Cause You ain't bad, yous a fag, you aint tough nigga [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Yall Know the deal, Long arm shirt dont show the steal Ski mask when we gone to kill We blast and U know we will We dont mash just olds-mobiles Ride to ya block slow as hell Look for U fucks than unload the shells, A nigga get caught than please post bell Peace out to the homies in jail Know how it be that lonley S.L. Full of turf that smokey cell U cookin it than u goin to hell Im witta bitch in the front seat holdin the steal She got me, Im so foreal Move the candy ring to get the candycane, For them pretty Range Rova wheels [Hook: Paul Wall] What U been sippin on? Whats in that white cup? It's that memphissing, co-dean, not purple tub! Cuz U aint leanin bitch U aint co-deanin bitch That cup and money, U aint high, U aint sleepy bitch [Verse 4: Paul Wall] Cock the 4, hold the duce Mix the sprite made a juice Prepare to lean off that co-dean Prescription call it syrup gettin ya loose White cup that's full of that oil Texas T we call it drank Sittin sidewayz on them 4's lavish drippin wet candy paint Who's the man, who's the G Houston TX, the 7 1 3 Im on the block that we call south-lee Sippin oil with the thugs and G's Paul Wall what U know about me Im on the grind and Im slangin leash When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show U how to make a sprite remix [Outro: Diddy] Dipset, BadBoy, MuthaFUCKAS!!!! Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall... They call me diddy!...Harlem ''stand up'' Dirty South ''stand up'', ''Midwest stand up'' Westcoast ''stand up''....Yeaah... (Come On, Come On) [Fades Out....] |
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