Sticky Icky


I got that sticky-icky (3 x's)
I got that sticky-ickyblue bonic shizzle for yo grizzle nizzle
Fa'shizzle Nigga fo'sheezaayy!

[Hook]
[I got that sticky-ickyblue bonic chronic for yo shizzle nizzle
In yo' grizzle Nigga fo'sheezaayy (2 x's)]

Verse 1:
OOH WEE! Nigga got that good sticky weed! There! He bent a swisher
Pass it to my nigga Mothafucka, pick up a gun, you better prepare
Cuz my eyes closed, if the smoke go everywhere
45 on the freeway, nigga gimme le-way
Higher than a kite while I'm rollin throught the alley
"Pass me a black and white" Bout to ask my boy if he and his kids is tight
And the weed is lime-green, gotta catch it from a chronic seed
And it was callin meoh yeah I can't wait 'til this shit's in the air
Smoke everywhere
I haila little bitty nigga that was sellin the rocks on the Clair
And the devil is hereand he wants your soul To rot with his in hell, hell
Then again they could put a nigga in jailwhen I'm just tryna get by
But I use to selland now I leave it alone cuz I'm doin well, well
I never sold out!
I can do what I wanna My baby momma want money I never hold out!
Hey, the bitch rolled out And try to leave me all thawed-ed out
Man, I'ma be fucked up No doubt! I'm blowin up

[Hook]

Verse 2:
Rap and the crack, and the dice, like when I get on bracklin'
And it'll be the Dope Man And that nigga sold crack
And crack manhumiliation to the black man, black man
My momma smoke weed, my daddy smoke weed
Hell, we all smoke weed
So I'm havin my fun, so give me what me need, baaby
I like ta got up in "High Times", I even gotta dail for my nigga "0-9-9"
Dail for the chron, nigga, don't let the cops come
Cuz I'll be runnin wit mine, like he got robbed
Feelin fine, and my heart's already runnin
I get the drama and it's steady comin, a c'mon
(Inhales) "What you wanna do?" "It's on you, manall day everyday" hey
Fuck! Gotta do shit Got thangs to do
A nigga really got kids and bills, wit the crew
I'ma pay them nigga, you already knew-baby baller I call all my trues
"How does it relate to weed?" "Fuck the weed! Relate to me The real nigga with the THC
And no GHPthese are the last days Roll me a sweet! A-c'mon! A-c'mon!

[Hook]

I'm blowin up (8 x's)
(Chronic, chronic, chronic)

Verse 3:
I'm ready for the warstill got time to let the weed cure
Watch for the women with STD sores, blessed in the rythm I got to get soar
And full of adrenalinein yourmelliniumfull of my drink
And me in the back wit titenium"ooh, that's the shit I'm smokin'"
Weed got a mothafucka thinkinnYeah Up, jumped in the cab and rushed
Run, BK, catch the bus I'm goin to see my broad And fuck y'all niggaz, I'm in love Ain't nobody finna stop me, dawg
"What's with the dreads? You might be wanting to mind ya bizness there, yellow man"
Ey, man fuck you nigga! Young nigga to the hood, dawg I got the weed and I'ma break her bed, yeahuh
On the freeway coasting like we was riding the limo Fuck that
Windows is tinted It's me and it's like Sizzler-crush grass
'Til it finished, we puffed puffed and pass (give it back!)
And Im still on point, I got my mind on the hour glass
"Ey, why the fuck you not driving fast? Hurry up, I got ass-to-math
And I'm there

[Hook]







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