The Sauce

Lyrics

[Intro: Smiles Patron] Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Hold that, hold that, hold that Yo that, all that, all that Trying Y'all, I told y'all about Trying Trying 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 all about them messages and shit man We get to that later man, you 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 [Verse 1: Posdnuos, Philly Black & Trugoy the Dove] I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhyme 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 lay in the back, man, 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, man I spit, kick 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-182 times In between I do mines Showboat refs, to get y'all niggas on deck [Verse 2: Philly Black] Yeah, son y'all faggots 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 the evil that men do Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new Vandle issues, brandin' issues Grabbin' tissues, like you ain't even know you had it in you [Verse 3: Posdnuos] 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 Or better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe While you froze panicin' Went from man to maniquin We them peaceful rap stars That can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars [Verse 4: Trugoy the Dove] The sauce and shit, of course we it The coffee shit, groundin' beef like Maxwell House Go ask the house We representatives Call up ya Senators Change laws in rap, renovatin' ya landscape The man takes for sixteen And pull a paragraph up out the tango, hang it like Van Gogh Water broke flows to c-sec, you read xecs Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort