Sticky Icky

[Intro: Pitbull] Hey Lil’ Jon, know we tell these boys When they campin' out with the blunt, right? We tell ‘em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass [Chorus: 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 [Verse 1: Pitbull] 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 fuckin’ 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 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 [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: Jim Jones] If thirty's the new twenty, Patron's the new Henney Rollin' in new Bentleys, 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’ drugs (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 grovehouse A generator so the lights don't go out A big profit in that greenery We not 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, nigga) ‘Cause everyday we hustlin’ It's heavy cake and druggin’ it So heavyweight we smuggle it [Chorus: 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 [Outro: Pitbull] 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