Saturday (Oooh Ooooh!) (Radio Edit)
Ludacris · Other Songs - Ludacris
(chorus)
I gotta big *cough cough* stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' *UH!*, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' *UH!*, its Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
[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 ****
Act like my rims ain't clean
How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling?
Haters get *BLANK* 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 *BLANK*
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
It's illegal but the *BLANK* in my backyard grow, that's my *BLANK*
Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door,
*dog bark* 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 *BLANK* squirt
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 *BLANK*
Keep a *BLANK* with an extra *eagle sound*
think it ain't so, *chomp chomp kkk!*
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 *BLANK* trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze
With a *BLANK*, with a *BLANK* 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 *BLANK* NEIGHBORS in the night creep, creep
I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets...
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Saturday (Oooh Ooooh!) (Radio Edit)
Ludacris delivers a high-energy hip-hop track titled Saturday (Oooh Ooooh!) (Radio Edit), showcasing his signature blend of aggressive flow and playful ad-libs. Released as part of his broader discography, the recording exemplifies the Southern hip-hop sound prevalent during its era, characterized by catchy hooks and a rhythmic delivery that emphasizes party culture. The song stands as a testament to Ludacris's ability to create infectious club anthems, utilizing a driving beat and vocal style that became a staple in his catalog of work. It reflects the vibrant energy of early 2000s rap music, where artists like Ludacris prioritized danceability and crowd engagement over complex lyrical narratives, cementing his status as a dominant force in the genre.