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Sauce Money - We Gonna Rock lyrics
Never send a boy to do a man's job You know? I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about We forgot - how to spit Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka Follow me now Fuck with me [ VERSE 1 ] Sammy Sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route G.H. form now, go and break my brother out Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch Ain't no probably, Sauce Money, fool, got to be Chicken eggs grits, California, call it Oscar E. Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me? Hit Flex with it, Stretch with it, then Mr. Cee Marley Marl Sunday night, can't forget Kid Capri Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in Philly be Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch Put it in the air for them niggas Biggie, Pun and Pac [ CHORUS ] Haters frontin in the club Real gees show us love Bust slugs for my nigga (We gonna rock) Anywhere we do shows Come through, two hoes Killers with new flows, playa (We gonna rock) Even when eyes low from hydro Can't another brother cock-block my flow (We gonna rock) Can't stop our ones Can't block our guns Get your triggers And squeeze for these Faculty niggas [ VERSE 2 ] Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel Be read |
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