Boondox — Sippin' On Down tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
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 ass 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 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
Hulleonations 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 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
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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
Podwójna lufa kalibru 12 mm
Loaded full of buckshot
Brewin up that mountain dew
Boilin like a crockpot
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Far away from evrything
Wśród nagrobków znajdują się
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Weź łyk na testin wtedy"
Pour a little on the ground
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A teraz czekam na dźwięk
150 rok zakopany głęboko w ziemi uścisku
Soon there gonna dancein
Kiedy chłodna woda uderza tam usta
Made from the mill
Out a feild cursed by whodo
Woda ze studni
Striaght outta hell
Cursed by vodoo
Stir it up cook it to the point that it paruje
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 galeonów tego dobrego topu
Gotowy do załadunku.
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Foot to the floor
Ridin mean like an out law
Duckin dogein road blocks
Jak boks z południową łapą
Te ciemne i zakurzone drogi
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Muffler soundin like a moonson
I got the devils mean as demons
Ridin shotgun
Straped with a winchester
Na wypadek, gdyby musieli zrobić jeden.
Jedziemy do następnego hrabstwa.
On the southin trail
G man and revenue hot on me southern tail
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Jeden strzał śrutem
Muszę zabrać je z mojego tyłka, żebym nie dostał
Dziki litr??, sugar wiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin,
wildcat, block and tackle
Tak to robimy.
Jak awansujemy na następny poziom
"Have us huntin bitches down"
Z siekierą i łopatą
Gone of that good shit
Hit ya like a mule kick
Wybierz nienawistnika z tłumu
I uderz je kijem bilardowym.
Kadłubzobacz też
Got ya climbin trees
Zemdlał w rowie
Like A bitch down on ya knees
Nie obchodzi mnie to.
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
Weź dzbanek.
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