I got that sticky-icky... (3 x's)
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I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic shizzle for yo grizzle nizzle...
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Fa'shizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy!
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[Hook]
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[I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo shizzle nizzle...
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In yo' grizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy...
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I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo grizzle nizzle...
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Fa'shizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy!
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Verse 1:
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OOH WEE! Nigga got that good sticky weed! Get it in a swisher,
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Pass it to my nigga. Mothafucka better pick up a gun, you better prepare
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Got my eyes closed, let the smoke go everywhere
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45 on the freeway, nigga gimme le-way
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Higher then a kite while I'm rollin through the alley
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Pass me a black and white, But that's my boy cause me and his kids is tight
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And the weed is lime-green, betta catch it from a chronic seed
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And it was callin me...oh yeah. I can't wait 'til this shit's in the air
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Smoke everywhere...
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I am...a little bitty nigga that was sellin the rocks on the Clair
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And the devil is here...and he wants your soul. To rot with his in hell, hell...
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Then again they could put a nigga in jail...when I'm just tryna get high
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But I use to sell...and now I leave it alone cuz I'm doin well, well..
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I never sold out!
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I can do what I wanna. My baby momma want money. I never hold out!
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Hey, bitch hold up. And try to leave me all thawed-ed out
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Man, I'ma be fucked up. No doubt! I'm blowin up...
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[Hook]
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Verse 2:
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Rap and the crack, and the dice, like when I get on bracklin'
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And it'll be the Dope Man. And that nigga sold crack
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And crack man...humiliation to the black man, black man...
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My momma smoke weed, my daddy smoke weed
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Hell, we all smoke weed...
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So I'm havin my fun, so give me what me need, baaby
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I like ta got up in "High Times", I even gotta dail for my nigga "0-9-9"
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Dail for the chron, nigga, don't let the cops come
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Cuz I'll be runnin wit mine, like we got rock
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Feelin fine, and my heart's already runnin
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I get the drama and it's steady comin, a c'mon...
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(Inhales) "What you wanna do?" "It's on you, wayy...all day everyday" hey...
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Fuck! Gotta do shit. Got thangs to do
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A nigga really got kids and bills, wit the crew
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I'ma pay them nigga, you already knew-baby baller I call all my trues
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"How does it relate to weed?" "Fuck the weed! Relate to me. The real nigga with the T.H.C.
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And no G.H.B...these are the last days. Rollin this week! A-c'mon! A-c'mon!
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[Hook]
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I'm blowin up... (8 x's)
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(Chronic, chronic, chronic...)
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Verse 3:
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I'm ready for the war...still got time to let the weed cure
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Watch for the women with STD sores, blessed in the rythm I got to get soar
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And full of adrenaline...in your...mellinium...full of my drink
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I'll be in the back wit titenium..."damn, that's the shit I'm smokin'"
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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...
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"What's with the dreads? You might be wanting to mind ya bidness there, yellow man."
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Man fuck you nigga! Young nigga related to the hood, dawg. I got the weed and I'ma break the bread, yeah...uh...
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On the freeway coasting like we was riding a limo. Fuck that.
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Windows was tinted. It's me and it's like Sizzler-crush grass.
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'Til it finished, we puffed puffed and pass (give it back!)
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And Im still on point, I got my mind on the hour glass
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"Ey, why the fuck you not driving fast? Hurry up, I got ass-to-mash.
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And I'm there.
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[Hook]
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Sticky Icky
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Bizzy Bone |