[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big olī ass, itīs Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big olī ass, itīs Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Grease donīt 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 ainīt clean
How you gonna act like my neck donīt bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen
but they donīt never really wanna pop them thangs
Cane, cane sugar man Luda donīt go
and I stop at a light, pull off so slow
but Iīm out for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome
Now donīt 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]
Itīs illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, thatīs my bud
Smoke ītil ya drop out, thatīs my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?!
Act like I donīt make cloud, how you gonna act like I donīt get loud?
How you gonna act like I donīt 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 donīt really know donīt hurt
with a vest, and a pump hear the shotgun squirt
My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word)
Donīt 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 yīall 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 ainīt so, SUCK A DICK!
Act like I just do rap
How you gonna act like I just ainīt strapped?
How you gonna act like I donīt push lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK!
Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda donīt squeeze
With a mac, with a glock Iīma make īem say please
In the back, on block so the cops they freeze
And Iīm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?
Donīt it smell so sweet?
In DECATUR, where they pack that heat
And ROB neighbors in the night creep, creep
Iīll see you LATER weīll be in them streets...
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
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