Anybody k**a - Sticky Icky Situations lyrics

(Anybody k**a) My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothing So I met him in the parking lot said I'm a k**er and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Running through the neighborhood tearing sh** up Straight jacking mothaf**as just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head f**ed up And it really s**s 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**ing 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 pa** it to you b**h pa** it back b**hes don't smoke for free, where the a** 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 dynamite and not be dead I like it cause it f** with my head I stay weeded indeed, a k**a need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the f** 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** with my head And without it you f**s 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 b**h 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 g**n 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 sad and stressed because they all to broke I'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody k**a Blowing Indian Tumbleweed, we b**h booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugs We drown f*ggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs I'm trying to say anything that rhymes So I can f** with your head like the cezz do mine (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night Hesitate 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 k**a 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 gans with them Detroit playas too 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 Three Blind Mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the j**elry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss