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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwight Grant
Songwriter
Anthony Hester
Songwriter
Bun B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scratch
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Caution
Do not mix with alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children
[Verse 2]
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sizzip
Get introduced to this drink that I sizzip
Promethazine with codeine? that's my twizzist
It might lean you to the left or make you izzitch
The prometh with the tuss, some like the mizzix
Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizzip
Yo, be careful, it ain't your ordinary liquid
The first time you sip it you might get addicted
Matter of fact, I know your gon' get addicted
'Cause it's so sweet, life liquid, plus it's good for your sickness
I used to watch my uncle sip it
Goin' through his act in my grandmother's kitchen
Head in his lap, grandma bitchin'
Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin' and itchin'
Back when they sip Broma, smoked Cheeba
Took Thortons, fours and chewed cebas
This one is for my real mug mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Shout out, to my man, Lil Flip
Big Moe, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yeah, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup and a heater in the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo sack make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, you get Swiss cheesed up
[Verse 3]
Please don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' on that purple rain
****, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
[Verse 4]
Way back in '94 as Bruce Steel had his gate up
He called me over to his house and he poured me a eight up
I asked him what it was, he said, bun, get your weight up
This is lean, them white folks call it promethazine
Shit, but we gon' call it drink, dog, 'cause that's what we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a two into it
I said, two's and eights? what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said, man, that's the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on
So shit, I poured it, I sipped it then I sipped some more
I fired up a green monster and I hit that ho
Started relaxin', shit, and to my surprise
I was noddin' out, lookin' at the back of my eyes
They tried to wake me up, but shit, I just kept yawnin'
I fell out of my chair and woke up there the next mornin'
God bless my **** 'cause it's then I been spawned
On my white muddy cup that takes it's tea at all
[Verse 5]
Please don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' on that purple rain
****, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
[Verse 6]
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sizzip
Get introduced to this leaf in my splizzif
No stems, no seeds, no stizzicks
The ultimate experience like Jimmy Hendrix
I like to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a peace pipe and scythe like the injians
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley style
Buffalo soldier, Rostafari style
We smoke some pizzurp
We sip some sizzurp
Get it by the eighth, by the pint
Or by the kizzurp
Some might take a high or a down
Or a bizzurp
Whatever you can stand, floats your boat
Make ya twizzurp
Yes, I fucks with you if you smoke on green
Or sip on lean
Yeah, whatever clique or team
Strip for a scene
****, burn a spliff one time
Take me and swing ya big body Benz and I'ma swing mine
[Verse 7]
Please don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' on that purple rain
****, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
[Verse 8]
Dedicated to real syrup sippers
Boy with big white cups
Man, they been doin' it, man, ten years and plus, man
Dedicated to that boy, Screwed
Boy Fat Pad
Boy Big Steve
My boy, Big Mellow, rest in peace
Them boys pulled up real big, man, when they was here
You know what I'm sayin'?
What's up young pimp?
We miss ya, man
Come on home
I'ma pour a pint just for you
Beans gon' crackin' at the seal, man
I ain't throwed enough yet
Yeah
Screwed up clique
We in here
Man, hold up
I promise I'm holdin' the cup
Hold up, what's up young we?
My fingers in here, baby
Hey, y'all have to cut this off, man
I'm, I can't do nothin' right now
Hey, I'm comin' out
Written by: A. Hester, Bernard James Freeman, Dwight Grant, G. Spivey