Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rico Wade
Songwriter
Raymond Murray
Songwriter
Pat Brown
Songwriter
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Mike Wilson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got a big weed stash
Pocket fulla cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
System on blast
Cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky)
[Verse 2]
Grease don't pop from the stove no mo', moved on up
Double-shot Hennessy, fill my cup
Luda toke smoke in a big black truck
Should I wild out, what the fuck?
Act like my rims ain't clean
How you gon' act like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like Afro Sheen
But they don't ever really wanna pop them things
Cane, cane sugar man, Luda don't go
And I stopped at a light, pulled off so slow
But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro
Till daddy come home in a Cadillac Brougham (Cadillac Brougham?)
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 3]
I got a big weed stash
Pocket fulla cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
System on blast
Cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky)
[Verse 4]
It's illegal but the plants in my backyard grow
That's my bud, smoke till you drop out
That's my love, keep a couple rolled and I hit the club
In the back door, ****, what?
Act like I don't make cloud
How you gon' act like I don't get loud?
How you gon' act like I don't rock crowds?
And leave a lotta people with a gap-toothed 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 flossing, they wish y'all would
[Verse 5]
I got a big weed stash
Pocket fulla cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
System on blast
Cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky)
[Verse 6]
Worldwide hustlers, get that dough, work that tip
Get rid of evidence, move that brick
Keep a D-Eagle with a extra clip
Think it ain't so? Suck a dick
Act like I just do rap
How you gon' act like I just ain't strapped?
How you gon' act like like I don't push 'Lacs?
Black El Dorado, fifth wheel on back
Itchy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze
With a MAC, with a Glock, I'ma make 'em say 'Please'
In the back, on the block, till 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 they pack that heat
And rob neighbors in the night, creep, creep
I'll see you later, we'll be in them streets
[Verse 7]
I got a big weed stash
Pocket fulla cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
System on blast
Cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
[Verse 8]
I got a big weed stash
Pocket fulla cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
System on blast
Cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
(Sticky, icky, icky, icky) (Uh)
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Pat Brown, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade