Saturday (Oooh! Ooooh!) Lyrics By Ludacris Featuring Sleepy Brown

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hook ludacris sleepy brown
i gotta big weed stash pocket full of cash
just seen a big ol’ ass it’s saturday
sticky icky icky
sticky icky icky icky
system on blast cops just passed
just seen a big ol’ ass it’s saturday
sticky icky icky ooohoooh
sticky icky icky icky ooohoooh

ludacris
grease don’t pop on the stove no more
moved on up
double shot hennessey 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 act like my neck don’t bling
haters get sprayed like afrosheen
but they don’t ever really wanna pop them thangs
cane cane sugar man luda don’t go
and i stop at a light pulled up 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

ludacris
it’s illegal but 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 clout
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 don’t really know don’t hurt
with a vest and a pump hear the shotgun squirt
my folks on the block man they got that work they got that work
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

ludacris
worldwide hustlers get that dough
work that tip
get rid of evidence move that brick
keep a deagle 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 gon’ act like i don’t push ‘lacs
black eldorado fifth wheel on back
itchy finger trigger man luda don’t squeeze
with a mac with a glock i’mma make ’em say please
in the back on block so the cops say freeze
and i’m so high i think i got a nose bleed you got a nose bleed
don’t it smell so sweet
in decatur where we pack that heat
and rob neighbors in the night creep creep
i’ll see you later when we in them streets

Artist: Ludacris Featuring Sleepy Brown

Year: 2002

Decade: 00s

Language: en

Word Count: 400