Saturday Ludacris

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[Chorus]
I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (Ooh-ooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (Ooh-ooh)
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

[Verse 1]
Grease don't pop on the stove no more
Moved on up, double shot Hennessy
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 gon' act like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like Afro Sheen
But they don't ever really wanna pop them thangs
Cane-cane sugar mane, Luda don't go
And I stopped at a light, pulled off so slow
But I'm out for the night, so pass that 'dro
'Til daddy come home in a Cadillac Brough'm
(Cadillac Brough'm?) 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