Sippin' On Down-Boondox (David Hutto)

Sippin' On Down - Boondox (David Hutto) Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up a another cupa Sippin' on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down 12 gauge double barrel Loaded full of buckshot Brewin up that mountain dew It boilin like a crockpot Deep out in theese southern woods and Far away from evrything Out amongest the tombstones Cookin up that hurracain Take a sip for testin then' Pour a littlie on the ground Soak up in that goregia clay And now i'm waitin for the sound 150 year burried deep in the earths grip Soon there gonna dancein When that cool water hits there lips Made from the mill Out a feild cursed by whodo Water from a well Striaght outta hell Cursed by vodoo Stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates 173 degrees born again The dead awake Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down 100 galleons of that right good top stock Ready for the shippin 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 Lite up by the full moon Comin round the corner Muffler soundin like a moonson I got the devils mean as 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 off my a** so that i don't get got Wild liter??, sugar wiskey, 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 b**ches down With pick axe and shovel Gone of that good sh*t Hit ya like a mule kick Pick a hater out the crowd And hit em with a pool stick Hulleonations seein sh*t Got ya climbin trees Passed out in a ditch Like a b**ch down on ya knees Don't even give a f**k 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 the sippin Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa Sippin on down