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