Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh Oooh) Lyrics:
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

Grease don`t pop on the stove no more, moved on up
Double shot, Hennesey fill my cup
Luda choke smoke in a big black truck
Should I shout out, "What the f**k?"
Act like my rims ain`t clean
How you gon` ack like my neck don`t bling?
Haters get sprayed like afro sheen
But they don`t never really wanna pop them thangs

Cane, cane sugar man, Luda don`t go
And I stop at a light, pull off so slow
But I`m out for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac Brome
Cadillac Brome? Now don`t it sound absurd
Claim College Park where they flip them birds
Trick car alarms, then bend them curves
Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

It`s illegal `bout the plants in my backyard grow, that`s my bud
Smoke `til ya drop out, that`s my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, ni**a what?
Act like I don`t make cloud, how you gon` act like I don`t get loud?
How you gon` act like I don`t rock crowds?
And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile
If I recollect right then you sound like dirt

But, I guess what you really don`t know don`t hurt
With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun
My folks on the block, man, they got that word, they got that word?
Don`t it smell so good, in Southwest where they rap that hood
Protect your chest, they up to no good
And come through flossin`, they wish y`all would

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

Worldwide hustlers get that dough
Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick
Keep a d eagle with an extra clip
Think it ain`t so, suck a dick
Act like I just do rap
How you gon` act like I just ain`t strapped?
How you gon` act like I don`t push lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on back

Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don`t squeeze
With a mac, with a glock I`m a make `em say please
In the back, on the block so the cops they freeze
And I`m so high, think I got a nose bleed,
You gotta nose bleed? Don`t it smell so sweet?
In decatur, where they pack that heat
And rob neighbors in the night creep, creep
I`ll see you later, we`ll be in them streets

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol` ass
It`s Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

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