Paul Wall - What You Been Drankin On? lyrics

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Paul Wall - What You Been Drankin On? lyrics

[P. Diddy Talking Intro] DipSet motherf**ers Jha Jha, Jim Jones, y'all motherf**ers must have lost Y'all minds Paul Wall....they call me Diddy Y'all motherf**ers must have lost y'all mind I wish a motherf**er would AHHH!!!! [Hook - Jha Jha] What you been drankin on What you been sippin on What got you bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on (2x) Cause you ain't drunk ho You ain't drunk ho You ain't ridin you ain't live you ain't drunk ho [Verse 1 - Jha Jha] I was up in the club vibin, sippin on sizzurp vibin Gettin a lil flow fo' my man wanna just slow to the Jams these girls wanna start whylin They gots to start trippin They got the crowd listenin You know the type wanna get into a fight when it's Light them chicks just need attention They playin "Get From Round" I'm sayin get from round me If you spill that drink on my brand new mink I'ma Split every b**h that's round me We can buck if you want to I'm the type that'll give you what you want boo Y'all chicks can't stand me I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait til' I bust to the roof [Hook - P. Diddy] (1x) Cause you ain't drunk n***a You ain't drunk n***a Til' that sizzurp and Henny is in yo cup n***a (1x) What you been sippin on? What you been hittin on? You see them chicks in bikinis we spillin Crist's 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 Bad Boy, DipSet Baby girl, get ya lips wet Maybach like that chauffeur Money ain't to far from Oprah's You should've seen what I paid my chauffeur It's enough to buy your Roadster This toaster Supposed to Take you on a roller coaster You ain't poppin like Diddy baby I'm rockin wit Diddy baby The Drops is terrific kid The watches cost 80 motherf**er.. [Hook - Jim Jones] (1x) What you been sippin on Who you been smokin with What got you actin all silly doin stupid sh** Cause you ain't drunk n***a You little f** n***a You ain't bad You's a f*g You ain't tough n***a [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] Y'all know the deal Long john shirt don't show the steal Ski mask when we gone to k** We blast and you know we will We don't mash just olds-mobiles Ride to ya block slow as hell Look for you f**s than unload the shells A n***a get caught than please post bell Eastside to the homies in jail Know how it be that lonely S.L Full of turf that smokey cell You cookin it than you goin to hell I'm with a b**h in the front seat holdin the steal Doc, I'm so f'real Move the candy ring to get the candy cane For them pretty Range Rover wheels [Hook - Paul Wall] What you been sippin on ? Whats in that white cup? It's that promethazine, codeine, not purple tub! Cause you ain't leanin b**h You ain't codeine'in b**h That cup and money You ain't high You ain't sleepy b**h [Verse 3 - Paul Wall] co*k the 4, hold the deuce Mixed with sprite maybe juice Prepare to lean off that codeine 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 Southside 7 1 3 I'm on the block that we call South Lee Sippin oil with the thugs and G's Paul Wall what you know about me I'm on the grind and I'm slangin leash When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show you How to make a sprite remix [Music fades out as P. Diddy talks] DipSet, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall.. They call me diddy!...Harlem ''stand up'' Dirty South ''stand up'', ''Midwest stand up'' West coast ''stand up''....Yeaah...(Come On, Come On)