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De La Soul - The Sauce lyrics
feat. Philly Black 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 rythms, you blink one, two times In between I do mines Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck 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- |
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