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  • 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 down12-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 sound150 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 evaporates173 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 down100 gallons of that rock gut top stock
    Ready for the *******ppin
    In a heavy chevy small block
    Foot to the floor
    Ridin mean like an out law
    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 *****es down
    With pick axe and shovel
    Gone of that good *******t
    Hit ya like a mule kick
    Pick a hater out the crowd
    And hit em with a pool stick
    Hallucinations seein *******t
    Got ya climbin trees
    Passed out in a ditch
    Like a ***** down on ya knees
    Don't even give a ****
    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
  • 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 down12-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 sound150 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 evaporates173 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 down100 gallons of that rock gut top stock
    Ready for the *******ppin
    In a heavy chevy small block
    Foot to the floor
    Ridin mean like an out law
    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 *****es down
    With pick axe and shovel
    Gone of that good *******t
    Hit ya like a mule kick
    Pick a hater out the crowd
    And hit em with a pool stick
    Hallucinations seein *******t
    Got ya climbin trees
    Passed out in a ditch
    Like a ***** down on ya knees
    Don't even give a ****
    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