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Sauce Money - We Gonna Rock Lyrics

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  • Never send a boy to do a mans job
  • You know?
  • I think we got away from what the ***** this is all about
  • We forgot - how to spit
  • Mutha*****as is makin all these crazy-ass *****in records
  • Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, mutha*****a
  • Follow me now
  • ***** with me
  • [ verse 1 ]
  • Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all
  • Some cute, but suck em all, I say ***** em all
  • Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route
  • G.h. form now, go and break my brother out
  • Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck
  • Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch
  • Aint no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be
  • Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e.
  • Everything I spit hot, baby boy, youre kiddin me?
  • Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee
  • Marley marl sunday night, cant forget kid capri
  • Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be
  • Just passin through, son, still many guns to *****
  • 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop
  • Chillin at my ***** crib, sip plenty rum and scotch
  • Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac
  • [ chorus ]
  • Haters frontin in the club
  • Real gees show us love
  • Bust slugs for my nigga
  • (we gonna rock)
  • Anywhere we do shows
  • Come through, two hoes
  • Killers with new flows, playa
  • (we gonna rock)
  • Even when eyes low from hydro
  • Cant another brother *****-block my flow
  • (we gonna rock)
  • Cant stop our ones
  • Cant block our guns
  • Get your triggers
  • And squeeze for these faculty niggas
  • [ verse 2 ]
  • Haters hate me cause Im a big nigga with mass appeal
  • They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and thats for real
  • Aint no secrets, mutha*****as know I might clap the steel
  • Be ready any given time, Im like grab the wheel
  • Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm
  • Two chicks in a yugo, damn, its a false alarm
  • Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar
  • But right now Im like baking soda, armed with a hammer
  • Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next
  • Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x
  • Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow
  • Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row
  • Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free
  • Real gees happy for me, haters like it cant be
  • Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother
  • Just dont forget to call me dad too cause Im a mother*****er
  • [ chorus ]
  • [ verse 3 ]
  • I know *****es who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla
  • Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-
  • Ddicted to my flow, doggy style aint the way I make my scrilla
  • [name], [name], [name], [name], those my niggas
  • Hit the club half-*****ed, niggas shoulda knew me better
  • Jim star dillinger, thats under my gucci sweater
  • Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit
  • Screamed on this one chick like, *****, dance to my shit
  • Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that
  • Nigga read my eyes and it said step the ***** back
  • This gorilla hill shit, we dont give two *****s
  • On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much
  • Mustve had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome?
  • Probably this a big *****, front and left his nuts home
  • ***** that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit
  • Sauce mutha*****in, get your punk-ass body whipped
  • [ chorus ] (3x)
  • Welcome to gorilla hill

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