[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 carryin on
What u been drankin on
What u been sippin on
What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that carryin on
Cuz u aint drunk hoe
U aint drunk hoe
U aint ride 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 slow bump
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 chicks just need attention
They playin "Get from Round me",
im sayin get from round me
If u spill that drink on my brand new mink
imma split that 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 a thang through 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?
It be them chicks in bikinies we po them chrises on
[Verse 2: P. Diddy]
(Call me Diddy) Lets ride that out
Stop 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
Mayback 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,
this hoaster, 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 bail
Peace out to the homies in jail
Know how it be that lonley S.L.
Full of turf thats coke you sell
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 candypaint,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
[Hook: Paul Wall]
What U been sippin on? (syzzurp)
Whats in that white cup? (purple stuff)
It's that promethazine, codeine, not purple tub!
Cuz U aint leanin bitch
U aint codeinin bitch
That cup and money, U aint high, U aint sleepy bitch
[Verse 4: Paul Wall]
pop the seal, po the deuce
Mix with sprite maybe juice
Prepare to lean off that codeine
Prescription cough syrup gets me loose
White cup that's full of that oil
Texas T we call it drank
Sittin sidewayz on them 4's the slab is drippin wet candy paint
Who's the man, who's the G
Houston Texas, 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 stangin licks
When I mix the sprite up wit that syrup
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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