Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Sticky Icky Lyrics

(I Got That Sticky Fool, Ha Ha, What Nigga?) I Got That Sticky-Icky Bubonic Chronic (Bubonic Chronic...) For Your Shizzle Nizzle In Your Grizzle
Nigga, Fo' Sheezy
I Got That Sticky-Icky Bubonic Chronic (Bubonic Chronic...) For Your Grizzle Nizzle, Fo' Shizzle
Nigga, Fo' Sheezy

Ooh-Ee! Nigga Got The Good Sticky Weed
We Dampen The Swisha, Pass It To My Nigga
Motherf*cker Better Pick Up Your Gun; You Better Prepare
Got My Eyes Closed, Let The Smoke Go Everywhere, 45 On The Freeway, Nigga, Give Me Leeway
Higher Than A Kite When I'm Rollin' Through The Alley
Pass Me A Black And White
But That's My Boy Cauze Me And His Skeez Is Tight
And The Weed Is Lime Green, Better Catch It For My Chronic Seed And It Was Callin' Me
Oh Yeah, I Can't Wait Till This Sh*T's In The Air, Smoke Anywhere
High, Hell
A Little Bitty Nigga That Was Sellin' The Rocks On The Claire And The Devil Is Here And He Wants Your Soul To Rot With His In Hell, Hell
Till Again They Can Put A Nigga In Jail When I'm Just Tryin' To Get High
But I Used To Sell And Now I Leave It Alone Cauze I'm Doing Well, Well
I Never Sold Out, I Can Do What I Want To
My Baby Momma Want Money? I Never Hold Out
Hey, B*Tch Hold Up
You Tried To Leave Me All Fortied Up
You Got Me F*cked Up
No Doubt, I'm Blowin' Up

Wrappin' The Crack And The Dice
Like When I Did On Brackland And Lil' B The Dopeman
And Lil' Sold Crack And Crack, Man
Humilitation To The Black Man, Black Man
My Momma Smoked Weed, My Daddy Smoked Weed, Hell, We All Smoke Weed
So I'm Havin' My Fun So Give Me What Me Need, Baby
I Like It And Got Up In High Times
I Even Got It Down For My Nigga On 99
Down For The Crime, Nigga Don't Let The Cops Come Cauze I'd Be Runnin' With Mine Like We Got Rock
Feelin' Fine And My Heart's Already Runnin'
I Got The Drama, Hear Them Steady Comin'
Uh Come On {Inhales} What You Wanna Do? Throw You Away All Day Everyday, Hey! F*ck Attitude Shit
I Got Thangs To Do
A Nigga Really Got Kids And Bills With The Crew
I'm A Pay Them, Nigga You Already Knew
Baby Father, I Call On My Trues
How Does It Relate To Weed? F*ck The Weed, Relate To Me; A Real Nigga With The T-H-C, And No G-H-B
These Are The Last Days Roll Me To Sleep Come On, Come On

I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up (Bubonic Chronic...)

[Bizzy Bone:]
I'm Ready For The War
Still Got Time To Let The Weed Cure
Watch For The Women With S-T-D Sores, Less Than The Rythym, I Got To Get Some
And Full Of Adrenaline, A New Millenium
What Am I Drinking? I'll Be In The Back With Titanium
Damn, What's This Shit I'm Smoking? The Weed Got A Motherf*cker Thinking, Yeah
Up, Jump In The Cab And Rush
What? We Can't Catch The Bus? I'm Goin' To See My Broad And F*ck Y'all Niggas, I'm In The Love
Ain't Nobody Fin' To Stop Me, Dog
What's With The Dreads? "You Might Wanna Be Mindin' Your Bizness There, Yellow Man" Hey Man F*ck You Nigga
A Nigga To The Hood, Dog, I Got The Weed, I'm Gonna Break The Bread, Yeah
On The Freeway Coastin' Like We Was Ridin' The Limo, F*ck That
Windows Was Tinted, It's Me, Menace License With Crushed Grass [Laughs] Tell The Fetish, We Puff-Puff And Pass-Pass (Give It Back) And I'm Still On Point, I Got My Mind On The Hour Glass (You Know It) And Why The F*ck You Not Drivin' Fast? Hurry Up, I Got Ass To Mash And I'm There