Sippin' On Down Lyrics - The Harvest - Boondox

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 down 

12-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 sound 

150 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 evaporates 

173 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 down 

100 gallons of that rock gut 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 

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 bitches down 

With pick axe and shovel 

Gone of that good shit 

Hit ya like a mule kick 

Pick a hater out the crowd 

And hit em with a pool stick 

Hallucinations seein shit 

Got ya climbin trees 

Passed out in a ditch 

Like a bitch down on ya knees 

Don't even give a fuck 

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