[Chorus: Ludacris] + (Sleepy Brown) 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
[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
[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...