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[chorus]I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cashJust seen a big ol' ass, it's saturdaySticky, icky, icky, ickySticky, icky, icky, ickySystem on blast, cops just passJust seen a big ol' ass, it's saturdaySticky, icky, icky, ickySticky, icky, icky, icky[verse 1: ludacris]Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on upDouble shot hennesey fill my cupLuda choke smoke in a big black truckShould I wild out, what the fuck? !Act like my rims ain't cleanHow you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheenBut they don't never really wanna pop them thangsCane, cane sugar man luda don't goAnd I stop at a light, pull off so slowBut I'm out for the night, so pass that droSo, daddy come home in a cadillac brome, cadillac bromeNow don't it sound absurdClaim college park where they flip them birdsTrick car alarms, then bend them curvesChop chop, chunk it up fat man herb[chorus][verse 2: ludacris]It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my budSmoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luckKeep 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
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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 smileIf I recollect right then you sound like dirtBut, I guess what you really don't know don't hurtWith a vest, and a pump hear the shot gunMy 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 hoodProtect your chest, they up to no goodAnd come through flossin, they wish y'all would[chorus][verse 3: ludacris]Worldwide hustlers get that doughWork that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brickKeep a d eagle with an extra clipThink it ain't so, suck a dick!Act like I just do rapHow 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 squeezeWith a mac, with a glock i'ma make 'em say pleaseIn the back, on block so the cops they freezeAnd 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 heatAnd rob neighbors in the night creep, creepI'll see you later we'll be in them streets...[chorus: repeat 2x]

Writer(s): Christopher Bridges
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