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Anybody Killa - Текст песни Sticky Icky Situation
(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 mothafuckas just to smoke a blunt 
 Sometimes I feel that my head fucked 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck with my head 
 And without it you fucks 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 Anybody Killa - Sticky Icky Situation - http://ru.motolyrics.com/anybody-killa/sticky-icky-situation-lyrics.html
 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 fuck 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












