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ABK - "Sticky Icky Situation"
Lyrics to Sticky Icky Situation : (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham, Violent J) [Verse 1: Anybody Killa] My teacher always said I wouldnt be nothin So I met him in the parking lot said "Ima killer" and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Runnin through the neighborhood, tearin shit up Straight jackin motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks I hear voices tellin me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live through it' Turnin back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce Now Im addicted to the sound of a head gettin whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much' Are you mad cause I keep stealin your roaches bro Yo Mike P! (Yo whats up') Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff Weeds fuckin with my head, man Im too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the rest' (Show you right!) Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up like you aint got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, dont be shy Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smokin pounds So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) Like you aint heard, man we flippin the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches dont smoke for free, where the ass be at' B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got Esham and Violent J Juggalos outside in the parking lot Because yall know how we get sparked a lot Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond mist [Verse 3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck dont like my flow' You aint heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved Shaggy anymore Id have to be gay In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez I like cheese, Im a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that Im fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere My homies call me Smokey The Bear Tell that pokey beware, dont come near here Dont dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin your hair Im a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I aints ta toy My boy Nates the boy, my whole crew busts shots Until you out like quamays pokadots Im tryin to smoke a litte somethin for my dogs who smoke They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke Im like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa Blowin Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flippin nubs at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin dead bugs (Ew!) Im tryin to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tight Sticky icky situations, dehydrated Cottonmouth creepin, the game got me faded [Verse 4: Esham] Im in the water with the sharks bleedin Thats why I be a killa for no reason, speedin My flows dope like OZs and Crush pounds and trees and, Im all season Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) E and J, (Hey) ABK And thats my man and them (Whats up') And I always blow ganj with them Detroit playas too advanced for them We buyin out the bar, we dont dance with them So if you ever get a chance to glance at them Baby boy say holla back, answer him H-U-S-T-L-E-R Yes, thats what the hell we are See, me and Blaze, wicked ways Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 Ks I can walk on water, spit fire and ice Chinese secrets, makin wine from rice Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice Still F-U-C-K the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But dont give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess [ Sticky Icky Situation Lyrics ]
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