Текст песни De La Soul f Philly Black - The Sauce
De La Soul f Philly Black - The Sauce слова песни
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nahHold that, hold that, hold thatYo all that, all that tryin`Y`all, I told y`all about tryin`Tryin` is later on manCan we try something for the ladiesCan we try something for the ladiesCan we do that De LaLet`s get that goin` on manTold y`all about those messages and shit manWe get to that later man, know what I meanLet`s just do something for the ladies manLet`s get a chorus goin` on or somethingLet`s pop a chorus off, ya know what I meanLet`s do that right now, let`s get that goin` onLet`s try that outI see you real niggas do fake things sometimesOne of them is grabbin` on his mic to rhymesSo let us demonstrate the right way ya need to placeYo, it`s De La up in ya faceBetter yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the greenWith Philly BlackJust layin` back, raisin` my stacksCause how they want it I give it to em` rock or the rawYo it really don`t matter son, some hot shit for y`allTo go cop at the store, I spit, kick at ya jawLeave you on the floor on all fours, you slawWe burn fast in black flag landsBringin` herds and caravansAnd heat rock rythms, you blink one, two timesIn between I do minesShowboat refs, I put y`all niggas on deckYeah son y`all faggots are softI been through, carried the torchRecognized and done married a dwarfSo in-laws pay a writer`s feeMy stizzy sets a wiz bitch`s eye in mePissy in a rizzyIndian wife I flip em` behind reachin` for sobrietyBlew north, never find meReside in this state of mindKeep my temple developmentalProjects, front-line essentialReminded of concubines and evil that men doCut off Ginsu, carry a brand newVandle issues, brandin` issuesGrabbin` tissues, like you didn`t know you had it in youI live it up y`all, givin` you what y`allNeed and can`t call, carry the ballLike a spit-kicker should and ya wish ya couldHold it down like the digital who stitched the hoodBetter yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobeWhile you froze panicin`Went from man to maniquinWe them peaceful rap starsThat can still jab ya in ya faceLeave ya shit redder than MarsThe sauce and shit, of course we itThe flossy shitGroundin` beef like Maxwell HouseGo ask the houseWe representativesGo call ya SenatorsChange laws in rap, renovate ya landscapeThe man takes for sixteenAnd pull a paragraph up out the tangoHangin` like vangoWater broke flows to c-secYou read xecsMiscarried the rap, abortin` ya whole fort