What You Been Drankin' On
Dipset motherfuckers
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall... they call me Diddy
You all motherfuckers must have lost your mind
AH!!!!
What you been drinking 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 riding you ain't live you ain't drunk hoe
I was up in the club vibing, sipping on sizzurp vibing
Getting a little flow for my man wanna just slow to the jams these girls wanna start wylin
They got to start tripping, they got the crowd listening,
you know the type wanna get into a fight when it's light them chicks just need attention
They playing "Get from Round", I'm saying get from round me
If you spill that drink on my brand new mink I'm gonna split every bitch that's around me
We can buck if you want to
I'm the type that'll give you what you want boo
You all chicks can't stand me
I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait 'til I bust to the roof
'cause you ain't drunk nigga
you ain't drunk nigga
'til that sizzurp and henny is in your cup nigga
What you been sipping on?
What you been hitting on?
you see them chicks in Bakinies we're spilling Chrisses on
(Call me Diddy) Let's ride that out
Stop that talk outside your mouth
I'll put guys outside your house
We're the hottest in the south
Badboy, Dipset
Baby girl, get your lips wet
Maybach like that shoffa
Money ain't to far from Oprah's
you should've seen what I paid my shoffer
It's enough to buy you a Roadster
This toaster, supposed to, take you on a rollercoaster
you ain't popping like Diddy baby, I'm rocking witg Diddy baby
The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 motherfucker...
What you been drinking on
Who you been smocking with
What got you acting all silly doing stupid shit
'cause you ain't drunk nigga
you little fuck nigga
you ain't bad, you're a fagg, you ain't tough nigga
You all know the deal,
Long John shirt don't show the steel
Ski mask when we're gone to kill
We blast and you know we will
We don't mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to your block slow as hell
Look for you fucks than unload the shells,
A nigga get caught than please post bail
Eastside to my homies in jail
Know how it be that lonely S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
you cooking it than you going to hell
I'm with a bitch in the front seat holding the steal
Doc, I'm so for real
Move the candy ring to get the candycane,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
What you been sippin on?
Whats in that white cup?
It's that promethazine, codeine, not purple tub!
'cause you ain't leaning bitch
you ain't codieneing bitch
That cup and money, you ain't high, you ain't sleepy bitch
Cock the 4, pour the deuce
Mix the sprite made a 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
Sitting sideways on them 4's lavish dripping wet candy paint
Who's the man, who's the G
Houston, Texas and 7 1 3
I'm on the block that we call south-lee
Sipping oil with the thugs and G's
Paul Wall what you know about me
I'm on the grind and I'm slanging leash
When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show you how to make a sprite remix
Dipset, BadBoy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall...
They call me diddy!... Harlem "stand up"
Dirty South "stand up", "Midwest stand up"
Westcoast "stand up"... Yeah... (come on, come on)
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall... they call me Diddy
You all motherfuckers must have lost your mind
AH!!!!
What you been drinking 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 riding you ain't live you ain't drunk hoe
I was up in the club vibing, sipping on sizzurp vibing
Getting a little flow for my man wanna just slow to the jams these girls wanna start wylin
They got to start tripping, they got the crowd listening,
you know the type wanna get into a fight when it's light them chicks just need attention
They playing "Get from Round", I'm saying get from round me
If you spill that drink on my brand new mink I'm gonna split every bitch that's around me
We can buck if you want to
I'm the type that'll give you what you want boo
You all chicks can't stand me
I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait 'til I bust to the roof
'cause you ain't drunk nigga
you ain't drunk nigga
'til that sizzurp and henny is in your cup nigga
What you been sipping on?
What you been hitting on?
you see them chicks in Bakinies we're spilling Chrisses on
(Call me Diddy) Let's ride that out
Stop that talk outside your mouth
I'll put guys outside your house
We're the hottest in the south
Badboy, Dipset
Baby girl, get your lips wet
Maybach like that shoffa
Money ain't to far from Oprah's
you should've seen what I paid my shoffer
It's enough to buy you a Roadster
This toaster, supposed to, take you on a rollercoaster
you ain't popping like Diddy baby, I'm rocking witg Diddy baby
The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 motherfucker...
What you been drinking on
Who you been smocking with
What got you acting all silly doing stupid shit
'cause you ain't drunk nigga
you little fuck nigga
you ain't bad, you're a fagg, you ain't tough nigga
You all know the deal,
Long John shirt don't show the steel
Ski mask when we're gone to kill
We blast and you know we will
We don't mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to your block slow as hell
Look for you fucks than unload the shells,
A nigga get caught than please post bail
Eastside to my homies in jail
Know how it be that lonely S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
you cooking it than you going to hell
I'm with a bitch in the front seat holding the steal
Doc, I'm so for real
Move the candy ring to get the candycane,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
What you been sippin on?
Whats in that white cup?
It's that promethazine, codeine, not purple tub!
'cause you ain't leaning bitch
you ain't codieneing bitch
That cup and money, you ain't high, you ain't sleepy bitch
Cock the 4, pour the deuce
Mix the sprite made a 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
Sitting sideways on them 4's lavish dripping wet candy paint
Who's the man, who's the G
Houston, Texas and 7 1 3
I'm on the block that we call south-lee
Sipping oil with the thugs and G's
Paul Wall what you know about me
I'm on the grind and I'm slanging leash
When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show you how to make a sprite remix
Dipset, BadBoy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall...
They call me diddy!... Harlem "stand up"
Dirty South "stand up", "Midwest stand up"
Westcoast "stand up"... Yeah... (come on, come on)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Clayton, Melvin Lee Barcliff, Joseph Jones, Hannon T. Lane, Paul Michael Slayton, Na'toya Ma'shea Handy
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