Lyrics Saturday - Ludacris
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
fuck?"
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,
nigga
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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