Lyrics What You Been Drankin' On?

Dipset motherfuckas
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy
Y'all motherfuckas must have lost yall mind
Ahh!!

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

Cuz you ain't drunk, hoe
You ain't drunk, hoe
You ain't ridin' you ain't live you ain't drunk, hoe

I was up in the club vibin', sippin' on Sizzurp vibin'
Gettin' a l'il flow fo' my man wanna just slow to the jamz these girls wanna start wylin'
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'mma split every bitch that's round me
We can fuck 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

Cuz you ain't drunk nigga
You ain't drunk nigga
Til' that Sizzurp and henny is in yo cup nigga

What you been sippin' on?
What you been hittin' on?
You see them chicks in Bikinies we spillin' Chrisses 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
Badboy, Dipset
Baby girl, get ya lips wet
Maybach like that shoffa
Money ain't to far from Oprah's
You should've seen what I paid my chauffeure
It's e-nuff to buy you a roster
This toaster, holster, take you on a rollercoaster
You ain't poppin' like Diddy baby, I'm rockin' wit Diddy baby
The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 mothafucka...

What you been drinkin' on
Who you been smokin' with
What got you actin' all silly doin' stupid shit

Cuz you ain't drunk nigga
You little fuck nigga
You ain't bad, you's a fag, you ain't tough nigga

Y'all know the deal
Long arm shirt don't show the steal
Ski mask when we gone to kill
We blast and you know we will
We don't mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to ya block slow as hell
Look for you fucks than unload the shells,
A nigga get caught than please post bell
G's up to my homies in jail
Know how it be that loneley S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
You cookin' it than you goin' to hell
I'm witta bitch in the front seat holdin' the steal
Doc, I'm so for real
Move the candy ring to get the candy paint,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels

What you been sippin' on
Whats in that white cup
It's that memphissing, codine, not purple tub!

Cuz you ain't leanin' bitch
You ain't codeine-in' bitch
That cup and money, you ain't high, you ain't sleepy bitch

Pop the seals, hold the duce
Mix the sprite made a juice
Prepare to lean off that codine
Prescription cough syrup gets me 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 Texas the 7 1 3
I'm on the block that we call southle
Sippin' oil with the thugs and G's
Paul Wall what you know about me
I'm on the grind and I'm slangin' licks
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''....Yeaah...
(Come on, come on)