| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up a another cupa
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| Sippin' on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| 12 gauge double barrel
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| Loaded full of buckshot
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| Brewin up that mountain dew
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| It boilin like a crockpot
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| Deep out in theese southern woods and
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| Far away from evrything
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| Out amongest the tombstones
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| Cookin up that hurracain
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| Take a sip for testin then'
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| Pour a littlie on the ground
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| Soak up in that goregia clay
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| And now i’m waitin for the sound
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| 150 year burried deep in the earths grip
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| Soon there gonna dancein
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| When that cool water hits there lips
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| Made from the mill
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| Out a feild cursed by whodo
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| Water from a well
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| Striaght outta hell
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| Cursed by vodoo
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| Stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates
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| 173 degrees born again
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| The dead awake
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| 100 galleons of that right good top stock
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| Ready for the shippin
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| In a heavy chevy small block
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| Foot to the floor
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| Ridin mean like an out law
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| Duckin dogein road blocks
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| Like boxing with an south paw
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| These dark and dusty roads
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| Lite up by the full moon
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| Comin round the corner
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| Muffler soundin like a moonson
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| I got the devils mean as demons
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| Ridin shotgun
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| Straped with a winchester
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| Case they have to pop one
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| We headin for the next county
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| On the southin trail
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| G man and revenue hot on me southern tail
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| Hang out the window
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| One blast with the buckshot
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| Need get em off my ass so that i don’t get got
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| Wild liter??, sugar wiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin,
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| wildcat, block and tackle
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| Its how we do it
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| How we get it to the next level
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| Have us huntin bitches down
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| With pick axe and shovel
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| Gone of that good shit
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| Hit ya like a mule kick
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| Pick a hater out the crowd
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| And hit em with a pool stick
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| Hulleonations seein shit
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| Got ya climbin trees
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| Passed out in a ditch
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| Like a bitch down on ya knees
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| Don’t even give a fuck
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| When the spirts hit ya brain
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| Four shots is all ya need
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| Certified gone insane
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| Lets get it crackalackin
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| One more 'gain for the pimpin
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| Take the jug
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| And turn it up chug it down
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| And start the sippin
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin on down
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| Sippin around
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| Tippin up another cupa
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| Sippin on down |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sippin' On Down, artist - Boondox. Album song The Harvest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп