Boondox - Sippin' lyrics

Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up a another cupa Sippin' on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down 12 gauge double barrel Loaded full of buckshot Brewing up that mountain dew It boiling like a crockpot Deep out in these southern woods and Far away from everything Out amongest the tombstones Cookin up that hurricane Take a sip for testing then' Pour a little on the ground Soak up in that goregia clay And now I'm waiting for the sound 150 year buried deep in the earths grip Soon there gonna dancing When that cool water hits there lips Made from the mill Out a field cursed by whodo Water from a well Straight outta hell Cursed by voodoo Stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates 173 degrees born again The dead awake Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down 100 galleons of that right good top stock Ready for the shippin In a heavy Chevy small block Foot to the floor Riding mean like an out law Ducking dogein road blocks Like boxing with an south paw These dark and dusty roads Lite up by the full moon Coming round the corner Muffler sounding like a moonson I got the devils mean as demons Riding shotgun Strapped with a winchester Case they have to pop one We heading for the next county On the southin trail G man and revenue hot on me southern tail Hang out the window One blast with the buckshot Need get em off my a** so that i don't get got White lightning, sugar whiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin, wildcat, block and tackle It's how we do it How we get it to the next level Have us hunting b**hes down With pick axe and shovel Gone of that good sh** Hit ya like a mule kick Pick a hater out the crowd And hit em with a pool stick Hulleonations seeing sh** Got ya climbing trees Pa**ed out in a ditch Like a b**h down on ya knees Don't even give a f** When the spirits hit ya brain Four shots is all ya need Certified gone insane Lets get it crackalackin One more 'gain for the pimping Take the jug And turn it up chug it down And start the Sipping Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down Sipping on down Sipping around Tippin up another cupa Sipping on down