[Chorus]
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

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[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]