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Sippin & Spinnin Lyrics

Sippin & Spinnin by Gangsta Boo  

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Sippin & Spinnin [Hook]

With my Sprewell Spinnin

Sippin sippin syruup sippin'


(Scratched)


Wussup with the Gangsta Boo?



New Boo!

Brand New!

New Boo!



[Hook] repeated 2x



[Verse 1]

The hood, the block

The killas, the thieves

My home, my zone

My liquor, my weed

The gangsta, the lady

The same, The Boo


I changed the game
New label, new crew

You critics be hatin'

You haters be talkin'

You talkers be walkin'

You groupies be stalkin'

The heavens, the earth

The devils, the dirt

The end is herre


Prepare for worse!
The crying, the lying

The cheating, the beating

The churches, the preachers

Who pimpin' with preaching


The niggaz that like me
The niggaz that love me


The lady that's out now
You bitches can't touch me

The U, the G, the Q, the South

The under, the ground, the queen, is out!
The talkin, the reppin


The questions, the asking

The powder, the sizzurp


The trappers who pack em!


[Hook] repeat 8x



I- I- I'ma bring tha gutter back!



[Verse 2]

Listen to me carefully as I spit the secret pimpin' hoe
People say I'm gospel, she quit rappin, I don't know what fo'

I can't leave the game

The game be me, because I'm underground

I can't help my ?? on every nigga

Because I'm the best female rapper around

I done sold some records


I done did what I done
Magazines and TV screens

Ballin like all up in one

I write my own shit

I'm what you call the truth

Nah nigga I ain't braggin' I am what you call the truth with my-



[Hook] repeated 8x



[Verse 3]

I'm riding on them thangs


I'm feelin' like a mac
My cell phone ringing

I never answer dat

They call me all the time

They wanna blow my mind

The mind is a terrible thing to waste so quit trying!

You know I ain't going

So why you tryna stick me?

You ain't got nothing for me

You must be??

Cause if you ain't equal

Or above what I'm doing

You ain't gon' be-zzy dizzz-own

Or witness what I'm doing

I don't got buddies with me

I'm always riding solo

Cause buddies turn to enemies
And mama's end up crying


Yo if you think I'm lying
Just take a trip to Memphis

They'll tell you all about me


And won't forget to mention-



[Hook] repeated 12x



I-I-Ima bring the gutta back!



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