Sippin' Lyrics – Boondox

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up a another cupa
Sippin' on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

12 gauge double barrel
Loaded full of buckshot
Brewing up that mountain dew
It boiling like a crockpot
Deep out in these southern woods and
Far away from everything
Out amongest the tombstones
Cookin up that hurricane
Take a sip for testing then'
Pour a little on the ground
Soak up in that goregia clay
And now I'm waiting for the sound
150 year buried deep in the earths grip
Soon there gonna dancing
When that cool water hits there lips
Made from the mill
Out a field cursed by whodo
Water from a well
Straight outta hell
Cursed by voodoo
Stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates
173 degrees born again
The dead awake

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

100 galleons of that right good top stock
Ready for the shippin
In a heavy Chevy small block
Foot to the floor
Riding mean like an out law
Ducking dogein road blocks
Like boxing with an south paw
These dark and dusty roads
Lite up by the full moon
Coming round the corner
Muffler sounding like a moonson
I got the devils mean as demons
Riding shotgun
Strapped with a winchester
Case they have to pop one
We heading for the next county
On the southin trail
G man and revenue hot on me southern tail
Hang out the window
One blast with the buckshot
Need get em off my ass so that i don't get got

White lightning, sugar whiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin, wildcat, block and tackle
It's how we do it
How we get it to the next level
Have us hunting bitches down
With pick axe and shovel
Gone of that good shit
Hit ya like a mule kick
Pick a hater out the crowd
And hit em with a pool stick
Hulleonations seeing shit
Got ya climbing trees
Passed out in a ditch
Like a bitch down on ya knees
Don't even give a fuck
When the spirits hit ya brain
Four shots is all ya need
Certified gone insane
Lets get it crackalackin
One more 'gain for the pimping
Take the jug
And turn it up chug it down
And start the Sipping

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down

Sipping on down
Sipping around
Tippin up another cupa
Sipping on down