Three 6 Mafia - Rollin' - Explicit Album Version lyrics

Three 6 Mafia When The Smoke Clears Sippin' On Some Syrup Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip 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 f** n***as make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that sh** You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey sh** off, you embarra**ing 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 n***as scared to flaunt it, some n***as they want it want it Some n***as they joan it joan it, but I be f**ed up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullsh** If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a b**h Two n***as all at the mouth, two n***as all at the a** And plus there's some type of 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 freakin' 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 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced n***as sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip 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 sh** 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 f**ing faint n***a 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 n***a pouring up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your a** 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 b**h to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, n***a ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy sh**, I'm tripping on some skinny b**hes 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