[Chorus: Ludacris] + (Sleepy Brown)
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
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[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]
