"Sticky Icky" lyrics

[Pitbull:]
Hey Lil' Jon, know we tell these boys
When they camping out with the blunt, right?
We tell 'em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass

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, pass with your pussy ass
You fucking up the rotation, that thang there burning fast
This ain't a joke, stop playing, I need to smoke
This thang can get dirty and I ain't talking 'bout sprinkling 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 fucked up
That's right high as a kite
Now roll the next one and pass 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

[Jim Jones:]
If thirty's the new twenty, Patron's the new Henney
Rolling in new Bentleys, blowing 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 coughing up a lung
Harlem, where we from so of course we getting drugs (twisted)
We hit the parties, popping bottles just for fun
Smoking weed in your club, call the coppers, let 'em come
Miami, Trey O Five, we cop it out the grove house
A generator so the lights don't go out
A big profit in that greenery
We not stopping 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, nigga)
'Cause every day we hustling
It's heavy cake and drugging it
So heavyweight we smuggle it

[Pitbull:]
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, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass