Anybody Killa - Sticky Icky Situation Lyrics

(featuring Esham & Blaze Ya Dead Homie)



(Anybody Killa)

My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothing

So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed him

Sometimes I feel like a nut

Running through the neighborhood tearing shit up

Straight jacking mothaf*ckas just to smoke a blunt

Sometimes I feel that my head f*cked up

And it really sucks

I 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 ounce

Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head getting whacked

Do I smoke to much cause I choke to much?

Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches?

Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?)

Turn my headphones up

Rudeboy got me stoned from the sticky stuff

Weed f*cking with my head, man I'm to damn high

Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show 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 enough

Only smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy

Cause when a drought comes he might be yo main supply

Me and J steady smoking pounds

So at least have a sack when you see us around

Like you ain't heard man we flipping the scripts

So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

When I pass it to you bitch pass it back

Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?

B-L-A-Z-E, A-B-K

And we got Esham and Violent J

Juggalos outside in the parking lot

Because ya'll know how we spark a lot

Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist

And when we all get together we see diamond mist

(Violent J)

I can smoke a stick of dinomite and not be dead

I like it cause it f*ck 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 f*ck don't like my flow?

You ain't heard my words, I make the beard of a wiseman grow

Hydro, in a good way it f*ck with my head

And without it you f*cks would be dead

I rhyme dead and head for the 17th time

We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J

If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay

In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees

NIA, Ninjas In Action we be dees

I like G's, I'm a cereal please

I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that

I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that

I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere

My homies call me Smokey the Bear

Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here

Don't dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hair

I'm a Southwest gangbang gangsta boy

Zug Island, Del Ray, I used to toy

My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots

Until you out like quamay's pokadots

I'm trying to smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smoke

They only ? and stress because they all to broke

I'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa

Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas

Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugs

We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs

I'm trying to say anything that rhymes

So I can f*ck with your head like the ? do mine

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night

As it take to hit it to hard, the weeds that tight

Sticky icky situations, dehydrated

Cotton mouth creeping, the gang got me faded

(Esham)

I'm in the water with the sharks bleeding

That's why I be a killa for no reason, speeding

My flows dope like OZ's and crush pounds and trees and

I'm all season

Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)

E and J, ABK

And that's my man and them (What's up?)

And I always blow ? with them

Detroit playas to advanced for them

We buying out the bar we don't 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 that's what the hell we are

See, me and Blaze, wicked ways

Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k's

I can walk on water, spit fire and ice

Chinese secrets making 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 don't give me no advice

I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist

And still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss