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De La Soul - The Sauce Lyrics
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[ Featuring Philly Black ]

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hold that, hold that, hold that
Yo, that, 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 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, you 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 rhyme
So let us demonstrate the right way, you need to place
Yo, it's De La up in you face
Better yet, your 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 your 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, eight, two times
In between I do mines
Showboat refs to get y'all niggas on deck

Yeah, son, y'all faggots is soft
I been through it, carried the torch
Recognized and done married it off
So in-laws pay a writer's fee
My stizzy sense a wiz bitch is 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 essentials
Reminded of concubines see the evil that men do
Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new
Battle issues, brand that diss you
Shreds and gashes, tissues
Like you ain't even 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 you wish you 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 panickin', went from man to mannequin
We them peaceful rap stars that can still jab you in your face
Leave your shit redder than Mars

The saucy shit, of course we it, the coffee shit
Groundin' beats like Maxwell House
Go ask the house, we representatives, call up your Senators
Change laws in rap, renovatin' your landscape
The man takes for sixteen
And pull a paragraph up out the Kango
Hang it like van Gogh
Water broke flows to C-sec'
You rejects miscarried the rap, abortin' you whole fort
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Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hold that, hold that, hold that
Yo, that, 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 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, you 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 rhyme
So let us demonstrate the right way, you need to place
Yo, it's De La up in you face
Better yet, your 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 your 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, eight, two times
In between I do mines
Showboat refs to get y'all niggas on deck

Yeah, son, y'all faggots is soft
I been through it, carried the torch
Recognized and done married it off
So in-laws pay a writer's fee
My stizzy sense a wiz bitch is 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 essentials
Reminded of concubines see the evil that men do
Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new
Battle issues, brand that diss you
Shreds and gashes, tissues
Like you ain't even 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 you wish you 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 panickin', went from man to mannequin
We them peaceful rap stars that can still jab you in your face
Leave your shit redder than Mars

The saucy shit, of course we it, the coffee shit
Groundin' beats like Maxwell House
Go ask the house, we representatives, call up your Senators
Change laws in rap, renovatin' your landscape
The man takes for sixteen
And pull a paragraph up out the Kango
Hang it like van Gogh
Water broke flows to C-sec'
You rejects miscarried the rap, abortin' you whole fort
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Writer: David Jolicoeur, David Nathaniel West, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Exploration Group LLC

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