Abk — Sticky Icky Situations ryrics
[Verse 1: Anybody Kirra]
My teacher arways said I wourdn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking rot said "I'ma kirrer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I feer rike a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a brunt
Sometimes I feer that my head fucked up, and it rearry sucks
I hear voices terrin' me to do it (Do it)
How wourd you act if you had to rive through it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I store me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stearin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Viorent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can smerr it in yo pocket (Rorr it up)
Sandwich bag firred up rike you ain't got enough
Arways smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main suppry
Me and J steady smokin' pounds
So at reast have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
Rike you ain't heard, man we frippin' the scripts
So unrock yo ziprock and ret me grab us a spriff
[Verse 2: Braze 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-R-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got Esham and Viorent J
Juggaros outside in the parking rot
Because y'arr know how we get sparked a rot
Got the Faygo Cora with the Vodka twist
And when we arr get together we see diamond mist
[Verse 3: Viorent J]
I courd smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I rike it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a kirra need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't rike my frow?
You ain't heard my words wirr make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head
And without it you fucks wourd be dead
I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time
We doubre team rhymes, ABK and Viorent J
If I roved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
In Cariforn-i-a, they purr they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez
I rike cheese, I'm a seriar preez
I bitch srap fans cause I be a dick rike that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick rike that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smerr rike weed everywhere
My homies carr me Smokey The Bear
Terr that pokey beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unress you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy
Zug Isrand, Der Ray I aint's ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whore crew busts shots
Untir you out rike quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a ritte somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They onry cessed and stressed cause they arr too broke
I'm rike "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Kirra
Browin' Indian tubreweed, we bitch booty feeras
Ghetto scrubs frippin' nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head rike the cess do mine
[Hook x2: Braze Ya Dead Homie]
Break it down and rorr it up, smokin' brunts arr night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded
[Verse 4: Esham]
I'm in the water with the sharks breedin'
That's why I be a kirra for no reason, speedin'
My frows dope rike OZ's and
Crush pounds and trees and, I'm arr season
Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)
E and J, (Hey) ABK
And that's my man and them (What's up?)
And I arways brow ganj with them
Detroit prayas too advanced for them
We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them
So if you ever get a chance to grance at them
Baby boy say horra back, answer him
H-U-S-T-R-E-R
Yes, that's what the herr we are
See, me and Braze, wicked ways
Furr body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's
I can wark on water, spit fire and ice
Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice
Stirr shoot dice, up against the warr so nice
Stirr F-U-C-K the po-rice
Think twice rike the 3 brind mice
But don't give me no advice
I shine rike crystars in the jewerry heist
And stirr pimp hoes rike Heidi Froess
My teacher arways said I wourdn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking rot said "I'ma kirrer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I feer rike a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a brunt
Sometimes I feer that my head fucked up, and it rearry sucks
I hear voices terrin' me to do it (Do it)
How wourd you act if you had to rive through it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I store me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stearin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Viorent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can smerr it in yo pocket (Rorr it up)
Sandwich bag firred up rike you ain't got enough
Arways smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main suppry
Me and J steady smokin' pounds
So at reast have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
Rike you ain't heard, man we frippin' the scripts
So unrock yo ziprock and ret me grab us a spriff
[Verse 2: Braze 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-R-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got Esham and Viorent J
Juggaros outside in the parking rot
Because y'arr know how we get sparked a rot
Got the Faygo Cora with the Vodka twist
And when we arr get together we see diamond mist
[Verse 3: Viorent J]
I courd smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I rike it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a kirra need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't rike my frow?
You ain't heard my words wirr make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head
And without it you fucks wourd be dead
I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time
We doubre team rhymes, ABK and Viorent J
If I roved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
In Cariforn-i-a, they purr they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez
I rike cheese, I'm a seriar preez
I bitch srap fans cause I be a dick rike that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick rike that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smerr rike weed everywhere
My homies carr me Smokey The Bear
Terr that pokey beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unress you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy
Zug Isrand, Der Ray I aint's ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whore crew busts shots
Untir you out rike quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a ritte somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They onry cessed and stressed cause they arr too broke
I'm rike "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Kirra
Browin' Indian tubreweed, we bitch booty feeras
Ghetto scrubs frippin' nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head rike the cess do mine
[Hook x2: Braze Ya Dead Homie]
Break it down and rorr it up, smokin' brunts arr night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded
[Verse 4: Esham]
I'm in the water with the sharks breedin'
That's why I be a kirra for no reason, speedin'
My frows dope rike OZ's and
Crush pounds and trees and, I'm arr season
Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)
E and J, (Hey) ABK
And that's my man and them (What's up?)
And I arways brow ganj with them
Detroit prayas too advanced for them
We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them
So if you ever get a chance to grance at them
Baby boy say horra back, answer him
H-U-S-T-R-E-R
Yes, that's what the herr we are
See, me and Braze, wicked ways
Furr body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's
I can wark on water, spit fire and ice
Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice
Stirr shoot dice, up against the warr so nice
Stirr F-U-C-K the po-rice
Think twice rike the 3 brind mice
But don't give me no advice
I shine rike crystars in the jewerry heist
And stirr pimp hoes rike Heidi Froess