Sauce

Sauce文本歌词

It's all bad now man, it's all bad

'cause y'all done F* CKED up now

YEA! Ha ha, new ****, aiyyo

I just want the whole world to know

That I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was

If you could spit, then you could spit

That's it, that's what it was

Back when, motherF* CKers was straight backpackin'

Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft

For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped

Then you hype, 'cause you last

And you might whoop some ass

If you lost, then you lost

Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it

When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like

The only source of life

When the mics used to mean something, a four was like

You were the ****, now it's like the least you get

Three and a half now just means you're a piece of ****

Four and a half or five

Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino

**** I don't even think you realize

You're playing with motherF* CKers' lives

I done watched Dre get F* CKed on The Chronic

Probably 'cause I was on it

Now you F* CKed me out of my mics twice, I let it slide

I said I wouldn't hold my F* CKin breath to get a five

**** I was right, I'da F* CKin died already tryin

I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why

You let that b*tch give me that ******** review

I sat and took it, I ain't look at the ****, we knew

You'd probably try and F* CK us with Obie and 50 too

*Hock spit*, F* CK a relationship we through

No more Source for street cred, them days is dead

Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head

Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread

Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head

That I am not afraid of this F* CKin waste of lead

On my pencil, for me to write some **** this simple

So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed

This old G's about to get smoked like rolled ****

You don't know me or my motherF* CKing mother

You motherF* CKing punk

Put me on your F* CKin cover just to sell your little

Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad

Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad

You wanna talk about some **** that you don't know about, yea?

Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there

To try to eat off him because you missed your boat

You're never gonna blow, b*tch, you're just too old

No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now

I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down

b*tch this is war now, and you'll never beat me

All you do is cheat me out of Quotables

But you know that you'll always see me

On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til

Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET

So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea

So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks

We'll never fold or hold back, just know that

Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name

He'll never blow jack

You're better off tryin to bring RSO back

Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back

It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion

So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston

Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave

They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay

Locked in his own office

Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York

And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said **** if you'da

Kept your mouth shut, b*tch, now what?

Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new ****, exclusive

Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with this

Use it, I'm through, this is stupid

I can't believe I stooped to this ******** to do this

And who you callin a b*tch... b*tch?

You OWE me

SauceLRC歌词

[00:00.00]It's all bad now man, it's all bad

[00:06.22]'cause y'all done F* CKED up now

[00:07.73]

[00:10.29]YEA! Ha ha, new ****, aiyyo

[00:17.83]

[00:20.05]I just want the whole world to know

[00:23.30]

[00:23.94]That I did not start this, but I will finish it

[00:28.99]Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was

[00:31.20]If you could spit, then you could spit

[00:33.13]That's it, that's what it was

[00:34.31]Back when, motherF* CKers was straight backpackin'

[00:35.85]Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft

[00:39.63]For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped

[00:41.58]Then you hype, 'cause you last

[00:43.04]And you might whoop some ass

[00:44.26]If you lost, then you lost

[00:45.31]Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it

[00:48.03]When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like

[00:50.85]The only source of life

[00:52.42]When the mics used to mean something, a four was like

[00:54.99]You were the ****, now it's like the least you get

[00:57.66]Three and a half now just means you're a piece of ****

[01:00.36]Four and a half or five

[01:01.83]Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino

[01:03.87]**** I don't even think you realize

[01:05.51]You're playing with motherF* CKers' lives

[01:07.48]I done watched Dre get F* CKed on The Chronic

[01:09.77]Probably 'cause I was on it

[01:11.11]Now you F* CKed me out of my mics twice, I let it slide

[01:13.81]I said I wouldn't hold my F* CKin breath to get a five

[01:16.72]**** I was right, I'da F* CKin died already tryin

[01:19.36]I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why

[01:21.61]You let that b*tch give me that ******** review

[01:23.96]I sat and took it, I ain't look at the ****, we knew

[01:26.59]You'd probably try and F* CK us with Obie and 50 too

[01:29.10]*Hock spit*, F* CK a relationship we through

[01:31.41]

[01:32.03]No more Source for street cred, them days is dead

[01:34.79]Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head

[01:36.81]

[01:37.58]Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread

[01:40.18]Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head

[01:42.55]That I am not afraid of this F* CKin waste of lead

[01:45.35]On my pencil, for me to write some **** this simple

[01:48.01]So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed

[01:50.77]This old G's about to get smoked like rolled ****

[01:53.60]You don't know me or my motherF* CKing mother

[01:54.42]You motherF* CKing punk

[01:55.81]Put me on your F* CKin cover just to sell your little

[01:58.90]Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad

[02:00.90]Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad

[02:03.97]You wanna talk about some **** that you don't know about, yea?

[02:06.25]Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there

[02:08.67]

[02:09.44]To try to eat off him because you missed your boat

[02:11.87]You're never gonna blow, b*tch, you're just too old

[02:14.68]No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now

[02:17.11]I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down

[02:19.86]b*tch this is war now, and you'll never beat me

[02:22.11]All you do is cheat me out of Quotables

[02:23.79]But you know that you'll always see me

[02:26.26]On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til

[02:28.31]Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET

[02:31.89]So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea

[02:35.96]So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks

[02:38.84]We'll never fold or hold back, just know that

[02:42.08]Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name

[02:44.75]He'll never blow jack

[02:45.89]You're better off tryin to bring RSO back

[02:49.02]Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back

[02:51.44]It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion

[02:53.66]So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston

[02:56.95]Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave

[02:59.59]They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay

[03:01.67]

[03:02.30]Locked in his own office

[03:03.60]Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York

[03:07.37]And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said **** if you'da

[03:09.74]Kept your mouth shut, b*tch, now what?

[03:12.35]Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new ****, exclusive

[03:13.88]Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with this

[03:17.23]Use it, I'm through, this is stupid

[03:19.51]I can't believe I stooped to this ******** to do this

[03:21.90]

[03:22.85]And who you callin a b*tch... b*tch?

[03:28.34]You OWE me