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Albums:

Crazy Possessive (I'll Muck You Up) EP (Kaci Battaglia) · Sticky Fingers [Japan] (The Rolling Stones) · Live at Sticky Fingers (Hardcore Superstar) · Sticky Fingers (The Rolling Stones) · Sticky Situation [Expanded Edition] (Tyrone Brunson) · Sticky Fingers (The Rolling Stones) · Dirty Sticky Floors [US CD] (David Gahan) · Sweet Sticky Thing (The Ohio Players) · Sticky Fingers (The Rolling Stones) · Sticky Fingers Live (The Rolling Stones) – and 90 other albums »


to get higher, come ride
I will fly you

[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
As long as I be in you they should know me well
I'm about to get some honey so we can get sticky
Prince is in the tape deck the song is "Darling Nicky"
I
I don't need a will cause I'm not leavin nobody shit
It's my suicide letter
At the end of this song I'm gonna blow my fuckin brains out

[Sticky
and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck
Oh yeah 
Just when I thought I put you up
Silly old me, I called too many times
Thought you were about to muck me up
Here I am getting all messed
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
Gettin' high is like a bare necessity
Just the feelin' that I get sometimes get the best of me
I'm already in my own world
But now it's enhanced by this
song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig
 the cats, you can dig the song).

[Butterfly]
Yo, the black panthers would've had their own show right?
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? '
Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' 
Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, 
Prepare
of raps 
Impressin' all the 'round-the-wayers 
Before I went to bed 
Included rhymes into my prayers 
But that rhyme is all on paper 

I want my song
buggin’, the squad is comin’
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin’, aim at your nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and Magnus honey
Knock on the side
to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin in, big
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane

Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
mi mek song 
Mi mind set pon girls and it nuh set wrong 
A dem alone get my love and affection 
Yes man suh yuh have any objection 

Mi nuh play
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane

Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane

Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under
on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under
songs
Pack another cone
Tell me whatchu on

Tell me whatchu on (you on)
Nigga my day been too long (been too long)
I'm tryna get stoned (Who tryna
on a bong bombs
runnin arms and rayguns with Ron Reagan to Vietnam and Iran
I'm blonde and dumb, I just taped over your demo with my song
Gagged sisqo with
songs 

Buzzin with my cousin at the villo 

stressin off a pillow 



Chorus: DeWayne Wiggins 



Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby) 

And just
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
the sticky sticky
Bee getting high with the Gangsta Blac, defining wicky wicky
See me and my nigga nine, smoking on chronic sack
Cool Bee with the S.P.V. my