The Sauce (feat. Philly Black)

<span begin="0.047" end="4.611">Ready, ready, ready</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2.872" end="6.034">(Trying)</span></span>

<span begin="5.242" end="9.566">Ready, ready, ready</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="8.302" end="9.566">(Trying)</span></span>

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Hold that, hold that, hold that

Yo, that—, 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 all about them messages and shit, man

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

Let's just do something for the ladies, man

Let's get a chorus or something goin' on

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 **** do fake things sometimes

One of them is grabbin' on this mic to rhyme

So let us demonstrate the right weight you 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' it 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 burnin' fast in black flag lands

Bringin' herds and caravans

And heat rock rhythms, you blink one-eight-two times

In between, I do mine

Showboat refs, to get y'all **** on deck

Yeah, son, y'all faggots are soft

I been through it, carried the torch

Recognized and done married it off

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

Due north, never find me

Reside in this state of mind

Keep my temple developmental

Projects, front-line essentials

Reminded of concubine, see the evil that men do

Cut off Ginsu, carryin' brand new

Vandle issues, brand and diss you

Strands and gaseous tissues

Like you ain't even 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

Or better yet, the whole globe, light it up like a strobe

While you froze, panickin'

Went from man to mannequin

We them peaceful rap stars

That can still jab you in ya face

Leave ya shit redder than Mars

The sauce and shit, of course we it

The coffee shit

Grind them beats like Maxwell House

Go ask the house

We representatives

Call out 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 rejects miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort