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letra de saturday (oooh! ooooh!) - album version (edited) - ludacris

i gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
just seen a big ol’ -ss it’s sat-rday
sticky, icky, icky, icky [ooh, ooh!]
sticky, icky, icky, icky [ooh, ooh!]
system on blast, cops just p-ss
just seen a big ol’ -ss its sat-rday
sticky, icky, icky, icky [ooh, ooh!]
sticky, icky, icky, icky [ooh, ooh!]

[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 whyle out, what the f-ck
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 p-ss that dro
so, daddy come home in a cadillac broom, cadillac broom?
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

[verse 2: ludacris]
it’s illegal but the plants in my backyard grow, that’s my buds
smoke ’til ya drop out, that’s my luck
keep a couple rolled and i hit the club in the back door, n-gga 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 shotgun squirt
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

[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, sucka trip!
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 bag on tha block 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…

- ludacris

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