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Sauce Money

We Gonna Rock

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Текст песни Sauce Money - We Gonna Rock

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Never send a boy to do a man`s jobYou know?I think we got away from what the fuck this is all aboutWe forgot - how to spitMuthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin recordsStop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafuckaFollow me nowFuck with me[ VERSE 1 ]Sammy Sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em allSome cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em allEat a dick too, soloist choose another routeG.H. form now, go and break my brother outHenny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truckNothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutchAin`t no probably, Sauce Money, fool, got to beChicken 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. CeeMarley Marl Sunday night, can`t forget Kid CapriHit the turnpike where all my niggas down in Philly beJust passin through, son, still many guns to cock30 miles from the bridge where anyone can copChillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotchPut it in the air for them niggas Biggie, Pun and Pac[ CHORUS ]Haters frontin in the clubReal gees show us loveBust slugs for my nigga(We gonna rock)Anywhere we do showsCome through, two hoesKillers with new flows, playa(We gonna rock)Even when eyes low from hydroCan`t another brother cock-block my flow(We gonna rock)Can`t stop our onesCan`t block our gunsGet your triggersAnd squeeze for these Faculty niggas[ VERSE 2 ]Haters hate me cause I`m a big nigga with mass appealThey can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that`s for realAin`t no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steelBe ready any given time, I`m like grab the wheelLet the window down slow, kid just bought the farmTwo chicks in a Yugo, damn, it`s a false alarmNot on this joint, Sauce usually calm with the grammarBut right now I`m like baking soda, armed with a hammerSummertime comin, now they wonder what I drive nextRepresent for big niggas, 3-4-5-XWide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slowKnow the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd rowSUV tinted out, frontin on the hands-freeReal gees happy for me, haters like `it can`t be`Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brotherJust don`t forget to call me Dad too cause I`m a motherfucker[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]I know bitches who love Sauce for the dicko, straight GorillaFatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain`t the way I make my scrilla[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], those my niggasHit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me betterJim Star dillinger, that`s under my Gucci sweaterThrough the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spitScreamed on this one chick like, "Bitch, dance to my shit"Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love thatNigga read my eyes and it said `step the fuck back`This Gorilla Hill shit, we don`t give two fucksOn Gorilla Hill, kid, you tryin to do too muchMust`ve had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome?Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts homeFuck that weak Gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spitSauce Muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped[ CHORUS ] (3x)Welcome to Gorilla Hill

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