Saturday
Ludacris Lyrics


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Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh

I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)

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 stopped at a light, pulled 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

I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)

It's illegal but the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud
Smoke 'til you 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 gon' act like I don't get loud?
How you gon' 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
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 flossin', they wish y'all would

I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)

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 gon' act like I just ain't strapped?
How you gon' act like I don't push 'Lacs?
Black Eldorado, 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 so the cops say 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

I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)

I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)




Sticky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ludacris's song Saturday appear to glorify the life of a hustler, who is out and about on a Saturday night with pockets full of cash, a big weed stash, and sticky icky icky. He boasts of his double shot of Hennessy and his big black truck, all while being confronted by the reality of police officers and the streets that are full of danger. The song appears to be a celebration of the urban culture where weed smoking, hustling, and wild out actions determine the order of the day.


The line, "Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up," may be interpreted as the rapper's ascension to great heights that would seem more suited to a luxurious lifestyle. This is reflected in the lines that mention his clean rims, bling necklaces, and the gap-toothed smile he leaves on the faces of his fans. The song's meaning is all about enjoying life despite the negative background and actively participating in the urban culture. In essence, the lyrics celebrate the rebellious lifestyle that exists in the inner cities, and the chorus of the song reflects this, expressing the thrill of the nightlife and the thrill of living.




Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Raymond Murray, Rico Wade, Patrick Brown, Christopher Bridges

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Comments from YouTube:

@LilMoco

Sick. I see alotta outkast in luda...word of mouf is def. one of his best cd's.

@evan.norwalkcalifornia562

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธWHATS CRACKN HOMIE

@dragonknightofamiraka3636

I see a lot of 1994 Redman
I'll bet anything that Luda heard some of that Jersey ish
To me he's the Redman of the South

@LilMoco

@@dragonknightofamiraka3636 true ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@whatever85x

a classic for sure great memories with this jam

@yusufabdullah5008

This was produced by OutKastโ€™s producers

@TheBlackIronFist843

Some ppl don't realize how tight this song is, Luda's lyrics is so damn organized on here he makes it look easy, but believe, something like this is very hard to do. This is why I would put Luda on my top 10 favorite artists of all time.

@Moneyg73

Luda is underrated asf lyrically. He has bars and funny at the same time.

@shawbrothers18

yes!! I tried to do this song Karaoke and failed miserably. Ludas delivery and chrisma is unmatched!

@gabz24etcetera

Heโ€™s a Virgo. Which explains a lot.

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