Tytuł: Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!)

• Wykonawca: Ludacris
• Wyświetleń: 280

[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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [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]