The Sauce Songtext / Lyric

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Hold that, hold that, hold that

Yo all that, all that tryin'

Y'all, I told y'all about tryin'

Tryin' is later on man



Can we try something for the ladies?

Can we try something for the ladies?

Can we do that De La? Let's get that goin' on man?

Told y'all about those messages and shit man

We get to that later man, know what I mean?



Let's just do something for the ladies man

Let's get a chorus goin' on or something

Let's pop a chorus off, ya know what I mean?

Let's do that right now, let's get that goin' on

Let's try that out






I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes

One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhymes

So let us demonstrate the right way ya need to place

Yo, it's De La up in ya face, better yet ya whole scene

Here to pull in the green with Philly Black



Just layin' back, raisin' my stacks

'Cause how they want it I give it to 'em rock or the raw

Yo, it really don't matter son, some hot shit for y'all

To go cop at the store, I spit, kick at ya jaw

Leave you on the floor on all fours, you slaw



We burn fast in black flag lands

Bringin' herds and caravans and heat rock rhythms

You blink one, two times in between I do mines

Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck



Yeah, son, y'all fagots are soft

I been through, carried the torch

Recognized and done married a dwarf

So in laws pay a writer's fee



My stizzy sets a wiz bitch's eye in me, pissy in a rizzy

Indian wife I flip em' behind reachin' for sobriety

Blew north, never find me, reside in this state of mind

Keep my temple developmental, projects, front-line essential



Reminded of concubines and evil that men do

Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new, vandle issues

Brandin' issues, grabbin' tissues

Like you didn't know you had it in you



I live it up y'all, givin' you what y'all

Need and can't call, carry the ball

Like a spit kicker should and ya wish ya could

Hold it down like the digital who stitched the hood



Better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe

While you froze panicin', went from man to manikin

We them peaceful rap stars that can still jab ya in ya face

Leave ya shit redder than Mars



The sauce and shit, of course we it, the flossy shit

Groundin' beef like Maxwell House, go ask the house

We representatives, go call ya Senators

Change laws in rap, renovate ya landscape



The man takes for sixteen and pull a paragraph

Up out the tango, hangin' like vango

Water broke flows to c-sec, you read xecs

Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort