Boondox - Sippin' lyrics

Shine!

This is for all my drinkers in
Newton County, Covington, Jackson lake area

Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down

12 gauge double barrel
Loaded full of buckshot
Brewin up that Mountain Dew
It boilin' like a crockpot
Deep out in these southern woods
And far away from everything
Out amongst the tombstones
Cookin' up that hurricane
Take a sip for testin'
Then pour a little on the ground
Soak up in that Georgia clay and
Now I'm waitin' for the sound
150 years, buried deep in the earth's grip
And soon they're gon' be dancin' when
That cool water hit's their lip
Made from the mill at a
Field cursed by hoodoo
Water from a well, straight outta hell
Cursed by voodoo! Stir it up
Cook it to the point that it evaporates
173 degrees, boilin' up the dead awake

Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down

A hundred gallons of that
Right good top stock
Ready for the shippin' in a
Heavy Chevy small block
Foot to the floor, ridin' mean like an outlaw
Duckin' dodgin' road blocks like boxing
With a south paw
These dark and dusty roads lit
Up by the full moon comin 'round the corner
Muffler soundin' like a monsoon
I got the devils, mean as demons
Ridin' shotgun strapped with a Winchester
Case they have to pop one
We headin' for the next county
On the southin trail
G man and revenue, hot on my southern tail
Hang out the window
One blast with the buckshot
Needs to get 'em off my ass
So that I don't get got

Wild 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 huntin' bitches down with
Big axe and shovel gone of that good shit
Hit you like a mule kick
Pick a hater out the crowd and
Hit 'em with a pool stick
Hallucinations, seein' shit got
You climbin trees
Passed out in a ditch like a
Bitch down on your knees
Don't even give a fuck when
The spirit's hit your brain
Four shots is all ya need
Certified gone insane
Let's get it crack-a lackin'
One more 'gain for the pimpin'
Take the jug, and turn it up, chug it down
And start the sippin'!

Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up a another cup of sippin' on down
Sippin' on down, sippin' around
Tippin' up another cup of sippin' on down