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De La Soul
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The Sauce - Featuring Philly Black
Lyricist:Dave Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer, David Nathaniel West
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 rhythms You blink one, two times in between I do mines Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah, son, y'all fagots 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-line essential
Reminded of concubines and evil that men do Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new, vandle issues Brandin' issues, grabbin' tissues Like you didn't 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
Better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe While you froze panicin', went from man to manikin We them peaceful rap stars that can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars
The sauce and shit, of course we it, the flossy shit Groundin' beef like Maxwell House, go ask the house We representatives, go call ya Senators Change laws in rap, renovate ya landscape
The man takes for sixteen and pull a paragraph Up out the tango, hangin' like vango Water broke flows to c-sec, you read xecs Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort
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