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Bizzy Bone - Sticky Icky

Artist: Bizzy Bone Unreleased [Intro] I got that sticky icky. (x3) I got that sticky icky, blue bonic shizzle for yo' grizzle nizzle. Fa'shizzle - Nigga fo'sheezayy! [Hook] x2 I got that sticky icky. Blue bonic chronic for yo' shizzle nizzle. In yo grizzle, nigga fo'sheezayy! [Verse 1] Ooh wee! Nigga got that good sticky weed! Get it in a swisher, pass it to my nigga. Mothafucka better pick up a gun, you better prepare. Got my eyes closed, let the smoke go up everywhere! '45 on the freeway, nigga gimmie lee-way! Higher than a kite while I'm rollin' through the alley. Pass me a black and white, but that's my boy 'cause me and his kids is tight. And the weed is lime green, betta' catch it from a chronic seed. And it was callin' me.. oh yeah! I can't wait 'til this shit's in the air. Smoke everywhere! I am.. a little bitty nigga that was sellin' the rocks on the Clair. And the devil is here.. and he wants your soul - to rot with his in hell (hell)! Then again they could put a nigga in jail.. When I'm just tryin' ta get high. But I use to sell.. and now I leave it alone 'cuz I'm doing well (well)! I never sold out! I can do what I wanna. My baby momma want money. I never hold out! Hey, bitch hold up. And try to leave me all thawed-ed out Man, I'ma be fucked up. No doubt! I'm blowin up... [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] Rap and the crack, and the dice, like when I get on brackland And it'll be the Dope Man. And that nigga sold crack And crack man...humiliation 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 we got rock Feelin fine, and my heart's already runnin I get the drama and it's steady comin, a c'mon... What you wanna do? It's on you, wayy...all 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 T.H.C. And no G.H.B...these are the last days. Rollin this week! A-c'mon! A-c'mon! [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] I'm ready for the war...still 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 adrenaline...in your...mellinium...full of my drink I'll be in the back wit titenium..."damn, that's the shit I'm smokin'" Weed got a mothafucka thinkinn...Yeah. Up, jumped in the cab and rushed, but B cant 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 bidness there, yellow man." Man fuck you nigga! Young nigga related to the hood, dawg. I got the weed and I'ma break the bread, yeah...uh... On the freeway coasting like we was riding a limo. Fuck that. Windows was tinted. It's mean, menace liscensed with crushed 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-mash. And I'm there. [Hook] x2