Pitbull - Sticky Icky (eaturing Jim Jones lyrics

Hey Lil Jon, know we tell these boys When they campin' out with the blunt, right? We tell em puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I said puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too You know the drill, break it up, break it up You know the drill, roll it up, roll it up You know the drill, light it up, light it up You know the drill, smoke it up, smoke it up Now, puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** You f**in up the rotation, that thang there burnin fast This ain't a joke, stop playin, I need to smoke This thang can get dirty and I ain't talkin bout sprinklin coke I need that sticky icky, that Miami crippy That Washington high purple, watch out that thang will hurt you I need that Cali chronic, damn, a Chico on it Some of that Seattle supersonic will have you like Nevada want it f**ed up Thats right high as a kite Now roll the next one and pa** me the light Cause we ready for sure, ready to go Ready to blow, let's roll I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too If thirty's the new twenty, Patron's the new Henney Roll in a new Bentley, blowin like two twenty That ain't the price of the car, now that's a half ounce of piff, dawg You gotta have a strong chest just to hit the raw Or you'll be coughin up a lung Harlem, where we from so of course we gettin drunk twisted We hit the parties, poppin bottles just for fun Smokin weed in your club, call the coppers, let em come Miami, Trey O Five, we cop it out the bro house A generator so the lights don't go out A big profit in that greenery We now stoppin by the beach just for scenery When here it's 45, up here it's 65 Meet you in Carolina, get it for 55 We got them pounds, n***a cause everyday we hustlin It's heavy cake and druggin it, so heavyweight we smuggle it I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky? I got that sticky icky, icky, icky I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? I do I smell that sticky, oh yeah Who got that sticky? Me too Puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I said puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** Puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I said puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** Puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I said puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** Puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a** I said puff, puff, pa** with your p**y a**