Lirik Lagu Sticky Icky Situations - Anybody Killa
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[Violent J]ABK, Come on!
[Anybody Killa]My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothingSo I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed himSometimes I feel like a nutRunning through the neighborhood tearing shit upStraight jacking mothafuckas just to smoke a bluntSometimes I feel that my heads fucked upAnd it really sucksI hear voices telling me to do it (Do it)How would you act if you had to live through it?Turning back on the gat, and I stole me an ounceNow I'm addicted to the sound of a head getting whackedDo I smoke too much cause I choke too much?Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches?Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?)Turn my headphones upRude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff (Always)Weed fucking with my head, man I'm too damn highYo Violent J, you want the rest? (Sho' you right)Man I can smell it in yo pocket (What's that smell? Roll it up)Sandwich bag filled up but you ain't got enoughAlways smoke with your road dogs, don't be shyCause when a drought comes he might be yo main supplyMe and J steady smoking poundsSo at least have a sack when you see us aroundLike you ain't heard man we flipping the scriptsSo unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]When I pass it to you bitch pass it backBitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?B-L-A-Z-E, A-B-KAnd we got Esham and Violent JJuggalos outside in the parking lotBecause ya'll know how we can spark a lotGot the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twistAnd when we all get together we see diamond mist
[Violent J]I can smoke a stick of dynomiteand not be dead (*inhales* POP)I like it cause it fuck with my headI stay weeded indeed, a killa need itI can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heatedNow who the fuck don't like my flow?You ain't heard my words,I make the beard of a wiseman growHydro, in a good way it fuck with my headAnd without it you fucks would be deadI rhyme dead and head for the 17th timeWe double team rhymes, ABK and Violent JIf I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gayIn Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they kneesNIA, Ninjas In Action we be deesI like G's, I'm a cereal pleaseI bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like thatI get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like thatI'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhereMy homies call me Smokey the BearTell that pokey beware, don't come near hereDon't dareunless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hairI'm a Southwest gangbang gangsta boyZug Island, Del Ray, I used to toyMy boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shotsUntil you out like quamay's polkadotsI'm trying to smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smokeThey only stress and stress because they all to brokeI'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody KillaBlowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelasGhetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugsWe drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugsI'm trying to say anything that rhymesSo I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all nightHesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tightSticky icky situations, dehydratedCotton mouth creeping, the gang got me fadedBreak it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all nightHesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tightSticky icky situations, dehydratedCotton mouth creeping, the gang got me faded
[Esham]I'm in the water with the sharks bleedingThat's why I be a killa for no reason, speedingMy flows dope like OZ's andcrush pounds and trees andI'm all seasonVeteran, no one does it better than they (We)E and J, ABKAnd that's my man and them (What's up?)And I always blow gats with themDetroit playas to advanced for themWe buying out the bar we don't dance with themSo if you ever get a chance to glance at themBaby boy say holla back, answer himH-u-s-t-l-e-rYes that's what the hell we areSee, me and Blaze, wicked waysFull body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k'sI can walk on water, spit fire and iceChinese secrets making wine from riceStill shoot dice up against the wallSo nice, still f-u-c-k the po-liceThink twice like the 3 blind miceBut don't give me no adviceI shine like crystals in the jewelry heistAnd still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss
[Anybody Killa]My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothingSo I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed himSometimes I feel like a nutRunning through the neighborhood tearing shit upStraight jacking mothafuckas just to smoke a bluntSometimes I feel that my heads fucked upAnd it really sucksI hear voices telling me to do it (Do it)How would you act if you had to live through it?Turning back on the gat, and I stole me an ounceNow I'm addicted to the sound of a head getting whackedDo I smoke too much cause I choke too much?Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches?Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?)Turn my headphones upRude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff (Always)Weed fucking with my head, man I'm too damn highYo Violent J, you want the rest? (Sho' you right)Man I can smell it in yo pocket (What's that smell? Roll it up)Sandwich bag filled up but you ain't got enoughAlways smoke with your road dogs, don't be shyCause when a drought comes he might be yo main supplyMe and J steady smoking poundsSo at least have a sack when you see us aroundLike you ain't heard man we flipping the scriptsSo unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]When I pass it to you bitch pass it backBitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?B-L-A-Z-E, A-B-KAnd we got Esham and Violent JJuggalos outside in the parking lotBecause ya'll know how we can spark a lotGot the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twistAnd when we all get together we see diamond mist
[Violent J]I can smoke a stick of dynomiteand not be dead (*inhales* POP)I like it cause it fuck with my headI stay weeded indeed, a killa need itI can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heatedNow who the fuck don't like my flow?You ain't heard my words,I make the beard of a wiseman growHydro, in a good way it fuck with my headAnd without it you fucks would be deadI rhyme dead and head for the 17th timeWe double team rhymes, ABK and Violent JIf I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gayIn Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they kneesNIA, Ninjas In Action we be deesI like G's, I'm a cereal pleaseI bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like thatI get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like thatI'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhereMy homies call me Smokey the BearTell that pokey beware, don't come near hereDon't dareunless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hairI'm a Southwest gangbang gangsta boyZug Island, Del Ray, I used to toyMy boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shotsUntil you out like quamay's polkadotsI'm trying to smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smokeThey only stress and stress because they all to brokeI'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody KillaBlowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelasGhetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugsWe drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugsI'm trying to say anything that rhymesSo I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all nightHesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tightSticky icky situations, dehydratedCotton mouth creeping, the gang got me fadedBreak it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all nightHesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tightSticky icky situations, dehydratedCotton mouth creeping, the gang got me faded
[Esham]I'm in the water with the sharks bleedingThat's why I be a killa for no reason, speedingMy flows dope like OZ's andcrush pounds and trees andI'm all seasonVeteran, no one does it better than they (We)E and J, ABKAnd that's my man and them (What's up?)And I always blow gats with themDetroit playas to advanced for themWe buying out the bar we don't dance with themSo if you ever get a chance to glance at themBaby boy say holla back, answer himH-u-s-t-l-e-rYes that's what the hell we areSee, me and Blaze, wicked waysFull body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k'sI can walk on water, spit fire and iceChinese secrets making wine from riceStill shoot dice up against the wallSo nice, still f-u-c-k the po-liceThink twice like the 3 blind miceBut don't give me no adviceI shine like crystals in the jewelry heistAnd still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss
