4 Oz.

[Intro: DJ Paul, D-Roc & Kaine] Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah Hypnotized Maze (Yep) Ying Yang Twins (Ahh, haan) Three, three, three six (Ahh, haan) Ma-ma-ma-Mafia (Ahh) Collipark (Hey) Colli-C-Colli-Collipark (Yep, hey, yep) Ying Yang (Oh), y'all too motherfucking wild (Hey, hey) I’m 'bout to slow y'all the fuck down (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) Hey, yeah [Chorus: DJ Paul & D-Roc] What they know, oh, what they know about them O’s (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?] (Ahh) What they—what they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?], ah sip, sip (Ahh) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin’ the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I’m feel—I'm feelin’ the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I’m feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) [Verse 1: D-Roc] Me and brother took a road trip, a road trip (Ahh) To Tennessee to fuck with Triple Six, ah Mafia (Ahh) And they got your boys on that shit, that zur—that zurp (Ahh) [?] on the fucking curb (Ahh) Going in slow motion (Ahh), but we keeping knowing everything (Yup) We feeling good, but kinda lost, moving slow (Haan), but throwed off So they took us to the hood (Ahh) North, north, Memphis we feeling good Now I'm all off in my own world Everywhere it's like, "Hey, how you doing there?" (Haan) Everybody is moving slow everywhere (Haan) But I'm trying to stay focused, damn I'm getting tired (Ahh) I'm asking to myself if this better than getting high (Ahh), I don't know 'Cause I'm sleepy, ready to take a nap (Ahh) If a motherfucker fuck with me right now, I'm gon' snap at them like Oh (Oh, haan) No (No, haan) I don't think I'm gon' sip zurp no more (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) Nope [Chorus: DJ Paul & D-Roc] What they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?] (Ahh) What they—what they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?], ah sip, sip (Ahh) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) [Verse 2: Kaine & D-Roc] Fucking with Three Six, a nigga must got the flu (Ahh) Thinking you hot bitch, this cold gon' catch you (Ahh) See bitches respect you, so I ain't gon' sweat you (Ahh) I can't, I'm leanin' 'cause I'm gone on drank (Ahh) See I'm walking in vision blurred, talking and words slurred What I'm doin' in the club (Huh), getting fucked up Been fucked up (Yup), still fucked up (Yeah) And all my bills for years been [towed?] up More niggas that throw up from overdoing it (Ahh) A fresh ass outfit, a nigga a ruin it (Ahh) But still pursing it (Ahh), can't leave it alone Ain't shit [?] leanin' like that monster patron Bitches leave me alone, you think I'm [?] (Haan) I'm drinkin', I'm gone You in my ear [?] (Haan), get the fuck on (Oh) Get the fuck on (Oh), get the fuck on (Yup) If you ain't drinking stupid bitch (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) You need to get the fuck on, ahh [Chorus: DJ Paul & D-Roc] What they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?] (Ahh) What they—what they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?], ah sip, sip (Ahh) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) [Verse 3: Juicy J & DJ Paul] More weed [?] nigga, lay it on the table Yeah, it's called a party pack, nigga tell all your neighbors We gon' get real hot, blast that music like a fool While your baby mama dance butt naked in the [booth?] It's the juice mane, straight from the gutta Sippin' on that purple, always getting fucked up If you need the right drug playa, then holla Even got that leaning bill for you to swallow (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: DJ Paul & D-Roc] I do that hydro cold [?] purple zurp, zurp A nigga get the fuck [?] get hurt, hurt I'm on the phone [?] hater Tony Yall niggas just like [?] so fucking phony 'Cause it's the Three Six nigga and the Ying Yang (Bitch) We go hard so you niggas better bring, bring And [?] slang, I'm just telling y'all the fucking truth We do that [drank?], this about a three hundred two, whatchu mean Bitch (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) [Chorus: DJ Paul & D-Roc] What they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?] (Ahh) What they—what they know, oh, what they know about them O's (Ahh) Them O's, we sip, sip, on [four's?], ah sip, sip (Ahh) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Sip, sip) I tip—I tip your head back (Sip, sip), I'm feel—I'm feelin' the cup (Ohh, ohh, ohh, ooo) [Outro: ??] If you don't smoke shit, get the fuck out If you don't drank shit, get the fuck out Get the fuck out, get the fuck out Get the fuck out, get the fuck out If you don't smoke shit, get the fuck out If you don't drank shit, get the fuck out Get the fuck out, get the fuck out Get the fuck out, get the fuck out