Ludacris

Ludacris

Christopher Brian Bridges (born September 11, 1977), better known by his stage name Ludacris, is an American rapper and actor. Along with his manager, Chaka Zulu, Ludacris is the co-founder of Disturbing tha Peace, an imprint distributed by Def Jam Recordings. Ludacris is tied with Nelly for the title of the hip-hop solo artist with the second most Billboard Hot 100 number-one hits (four each). He has sold more than thirteen million records in the United States alone.[citation needed] He is also the rapper with the most Top 40, Top 25 and Top 10 Billboard Hot 100 Hits of all time.[citation needed]

Letra de Saturday (Oooh! Ooooh!)
[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 f**k? !
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]

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