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Ooh-ooh!
Ooh-ooh!
Ooh-ooh!
Ooh-ooh!
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (it's Saturday!)
Sticky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass (it's Saturday!)
Sticky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh!)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh!)
Grease don't pop on the stove no more
Moved on up
Double shot Hennessey 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 act like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like Afro-Sheen
But they don't ever really wanna pop them thangs
Cane, cane sugar man, Luda don't go
And I stop at a light, pulled up 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
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass (it's Saturday!)
Sticky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass (it's Saturday!)
Sticky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh!)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (ooh-ooh!)
It's illegal but 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 clouds
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 don't really know don't hurt