Jim Jones - What You Been Drankin On?Lyrics

Dipset, motherfuckers Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall, they call me Diddy Y'all motherfuckers must have lost your mind I wish a motherfucker would What you been drankin on? What you been sippin' on? What got you bumpin' in the funk wit all that gator on? What you been drankin on? What you been sippin' on? What got you bumpin' in the funk wit all that gator on? 'Cause you ain't drunk, hoe, you ain't drunk, hoe You ain't ridin?, you ain't live, you ain't drunk, hoe I say, what you been drankin on? I was up in the club vibin', sippin' on sizzurp vibin' Gettin' a lil' close with my man, slow grindin? to the jams These girls gon? start whylin' They gots to start trippin', they got the crowd listenin' You know the type, wanna get into a fight when I get a little light Them chicks just need attention They playin' different ground, I'm sayin? get from round me If you spill that drink on my brand new mink I'ma split every bitch 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 G?s who's just waitin? to bust things to the roof You ain't drunk, nigga, you ain't drunk, nigga Til' that sizzurp and Henny is in your cup, nigga What you been sippin? on? What you been hittin' on? It be them chicks in bikinis we bought ?em Cris's on Call me Diddy, let's 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 too far from Oprah's You should've seen what I paid my chauffeur It's enough to buy you a roster This toaster supposed to take you on a roller coaster You ain't poppin' like Diddy, baby, I'm rockin' with Diddy, baby The Drops is terrific, kid, them wrists? to 80 What you been sippin? on? Who you been smokin' with? What got you actin' all silly doin' stupid shit? 'Cause you ain't drunk, nigga, you little fuck, nigga You ain't bad, you's a fag, you ain't tough, nigga What you been drinkin' on? y'all know the deal Long John shirt don't show the steal Ski mask when we gone to kill We blast and you know we will We don't mash in this olds-mobiles Ride to ya block slow as hell Look for you fucks, unload the shells A nigga get caught, then please post bail Eastside to the homies in jail Know how it be that lonely S.L. Full of turf is Smokey?s cell You cookin' it up, then goin' to hell I'm with a bitch in the front seat holdin' the steal God, I'm so for real Move the candy ring to get the candy paint For them pretty Range Rover wheels What you been sippin' on? What's in that white cup? It's that Memphis-in', codeine, not purple tub ?Cause you ain't leanin', bitch, you ain't codeine-in' bitch That cup and money, you ain't high, you ain't sleepy, bitch I see what you been drinkin? on Cock the 4, hold the deuce Mixed with sprite maybe juice Prepare to lean off that codeine Prescription call it syrup, gets me loose White cup that's full of that oil Texas T, we call it drank Sittin' sideways on them 4's Lavish drippin' wet candy paint Who's the man, who's the G? Houston, Texas 713 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 Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up Dirty South, stand up, Midwest, stand up West Coast, stand up, yeah Come on, come on, yeah