- Sauce Money Intruder Alert 歌詞
- Sauce Money
- Yo, who the ****** is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, ******
You get the phone
Get the phone
You get the phone
Get the God-damn phone
Alright, damn ******
Who the ****** is this?
It's my ****** Deezo, what the ****** is the deal?
Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels
I got the same problem, ******, know how you feel
On some real *******t, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your steel
******s talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up
Oh, did it? You know some more ******, spit it
Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits
You probably know this ****** named Bobby
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body
Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
Fake lady lover, ****** his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow
Made her give my man head too and swallow
That's neither here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
****** yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
He got four with him, some ******s from Baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit 'em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, mutha******a
It don't matter, BK, mutha******a
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up
I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like ******s in sandals with the toes out
You know Deez is down to click off eights
By the way, son, you know that ****** off Gates
I think her name Mimi, ****** greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the G-3
I know that chick, her real name Hillary
Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how you're grillin' me
Don't tell me she ****** with the Bobby ******, son, you're killin' me
No bull*******ttin', that's who that ****** be hittin'
Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin'
Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees
****** breakin' in the crib, ******, I got the keys
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up
I got a problem with ******s that talk about stalkin'
Souped up talkin', dead men walkin'
Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin'
But ****-blockin', I squeeze often
While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin'
Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin'
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin'
Yo, ******, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from ******s, don't freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my ****** bustin' the pound
When he open that door, don't be ******' around
Right about then I heard the doorknob turn
My man gettin' wild, almost dropped the burn
Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get concerned
Reeno, get that ****** with the bad perm
Are you mutha******as ever gonna learn?
We all could get, got just not by you
And we all could get shot, just not by you
But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do
I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew
Out of respect, 'cause I know you that ******
I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that ******
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce mutha******'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold
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