The Sauce

[Intro: Smiles Patron]

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Hold that, hold that, hold that

Yo that, all that, all that Trying

Y'all, I told y'all about Trying

Trying 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 all about them messages and shit man

We get to that later man, you 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

[Verse 1: Posdnuos, Philly Black & Trugoy the Dove]

I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes

One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhyme

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 lay in the back, man, 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, man I spit, kick 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-182 times

In between I do mines

Showboat refs, to get y'all niggas on deck

[Verse 2: Philly Black]

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-line essential

Reminded of concubines and the evil that men do

Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new

Vandle issues, brandin' issues

Grabbin' tissues, like you ain't even know you had it in you

[Verse 3: Posdnuos]

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

Or better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe

While you froze panicin'

Went from man to maniquin

We them peaceful rap stars

That can still jab ya in ya face

Leave ya shit redder than Mars

[Verse 4: Trugoy the Dove]

The sauce and shit, of course we it

The coffee shit, groundin' beef like Maxwell House

Go ask the house

We representatives

Call up ya Senators

Change laws in rap, renovatin' ya landscape

The man takes for sixteen

And pull a paragraph up out the tango, hang it like Van Gogh

Water broke flows to c-sec, you read xecs

Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort