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Saturday
Ludacris

Date Added: 2004-12-21 17:52:10

[chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol� ass, it�s saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol� ass, it�s saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[verse 1: ludacris]
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 wild out, what the fuck? !
Act like my rims ain�t clean
How you gonna ack like my neck don�t bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-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
[chorus]
[verse 2: ludacris]
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 gonna act like i don�t get loud?
How you gonna 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 rep that hood
Protect your chest, they up to no good
And come through flossin, they wish y�all would
[chorus]
[verse 3: ludacris]
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 gonna act like i just ain�t strapped?
How you gonna 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�ma make �em say please
In the back, on block so the cops they freeze
And i�m so high, i 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...
[chorus: repeat 2x]


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