Hip-Hop/Rap
Matrix
by Three 6 Mafia
Release Date:
2007-02-12
Lyrics
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
If l could get my shit togethe
We eat so many shrimp, i got iodine poisoning
I done ****ed around for a minut
You say that you a boss, i ain't believing that bullshit
You got a funny geneva evil watch, with the ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing u
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
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want i
Some niggas they join it joint it, but i be ****ed up up on i
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' haves a *******
Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the as
And plus there's some type of niggas tha
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-goos
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 nigga
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man i'm bout all ou
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
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, scurry pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the niggas at, ain't like that we need tha
Night crillers 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?" vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was g-fight on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when i peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank
Heard my name, gino, i feel like i'm gonna ****ing fain
Let me continue what you know, i bring nito and young guido
Hauling vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?bedito?
With my three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creed
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like john vito
Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a zanger
You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your niggas to the tilly and be a nigga and cum slange
When big bun come danger, niggas ring your alar
sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, i'm tripping on some skinny b***he
Some the hoes, i'm florida the foes
And for the most i'm steady sippin' on some
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
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