Purple Rain (Ode to Sizzurp) by Bun Bالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
Caution
Do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsyness
Keep out of reach of small children
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sizip
Get introduced to this drink that I sizip
Promethazine, wit codeine? that's my twizist
It might lean you to the left, or make you izitch
The pearl meth wit the tuss some like the mizix
Caught into they physics, and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid
The first time you sip it, you mite get addicted
Matter of fact, I know ur gonna get addicted
Cause its so sweet.life liquid, plus its good for ur sickness
I used to watch my uncle sip it
Goin' through its that. in my grandmothers kitchen
Head in his lap, grand mom bitchin'
Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin' and itchin'
Back when they sip broma smoked cheeba
Took doggy's fours and two receivers
This one is for my real mug mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Shout out, to my man lil flip
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3 6
Yea I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the Xanex and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
[Chorus]
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
(don't blow my high)
Trust me you don't know my life)
Nigga don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm tippin' that purple rain
I know it makes em crazy, it keeps me lazy
When back in 94 when screw still had his gate up
He called me over to his house and he poured me a 8 up
I asked him what it was he said bun get ya weight up
This is lean, them white folks call it promethazine
Shit but we gonna probably drink dog cause that's what we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on
So shit I poured it I sipped it, then I sipped some mo
I fired up a green monster, and I hit that hoe
Started relaxin', shit and to my surprise
I was noddin' out lookin' at the back of my eyes
They tried to wake me up but shit I just kept yawnin'
I fell out of my chair and woke up there the next mornin'
God bless my nigga, cause its then I been spoiled
On my white muddy, cup of Texas tea, that r
[Chorus]
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sizip
Get introduced to this leaf in my spliziff
No stems, no seeds, no stizzicks
The ultimate, experience like jimmy hendrix
I like to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a peace pipe, and cythe like the injins
Or burn a big spliff, bob marley stile
Buffalo soldier, rosta farey stile
Smokes on pizurp
(we sipz on syzurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kizurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bizurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats yur boat
(makes ya twizurp)
Yes I fucks wit you if you smoke on green
(or sip on lean)
Yea whatever, click or teen
(strip for a scene)
Nigga burn a spliff one time
(say bean and swing ya big body benz
And I'm a swing mine)
[Chorus]
Dedicated to real syrup sippers
Boys wit big white cups
Man they doin' it man and 10 years plus
Dedicated to that man screw, my boy fat pat, my boy big Steve
My boy big melo r.i.p.
Them boys poured up real
Big when they were here, you what I'm sayin'
Whats up young pimp we miss you man
Come on home
I'm a pour a paint just for you
Screwed up click, we in here
Man hold up, I promise I'm throwed
Hold up, whats up young wee, the fingers in here baby
Ay y'all gonna have to cut this off, I can't do nothing