Sippin' On Down Lyrics

Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up a anotha cupa Sippin' on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up anotha cupa And sip it 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 An now i'm waitin for the sound 150 year buried deep in the earths grip Soon there gonna dancin When that cool water hits there lips Made from the meal Outta field cursed by whoodoo 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 another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
100 gallons of that rock gut top stock Ready for the shippin In a heavy chevy small block Foot to the floor Ridin mean like an out law [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/sippin-on-down-lyrics-boondox.html ] Duckin dogein road blocks Like boxing with an south paw These dark and dusty roads Lit up by the full moon Comin round the corner Muffler soundin like a monson I got the devils meanest demons Ridin shotgun Straped 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 me southern tail Hang out the window One blast with the buckshot Need get em 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 Its how we do it How we get it to the next level Have us huntin 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 Hallucinations seein shit Got ya climbin trees Passed out in a ditch Like a bitch down on ya knees Don't even give a fuck When the spirts hit ya brain Four shots is all ya need Certified gone insane Lets get it crackalackin One more 'gain for the pimpin Take the jug And turn it up chug it down And start ta sippin
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down