Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Sauce To Go, artist - Jadakiss. Album song Kiss Of Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
Hot Sauce To Go |
Light in the incense, backup |
And turn the lights off in the motherfucker! |
(Hot sauce to go) Right now! |
Please! |
Thank you, muah! |
Ahah-ha! |
(hot sauce to go) |
You know who it is! |
(Jada) |
The obvious is beautiful! |
(hot sauce to go) |
Marlvelous, I’m getting older |
(w/ Jada ad-libs) |
You got to move wit the groove |
As she lay on the one’s and two’s |
Wait a minute, wait a minute |
You gon stink up the room! |
Wit that big ol' ass! |
Yo, we gon hit something |
I’m cutting the rug wit love |
Or I’m on the wall pressed up against something |
You should let em know the boss is back |
So y’all niggas that went wood go get more shalack |
I see bowlegs backing it in |
I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin |
Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch |
You know what’s happenin then (what?) in |
And all I did was having a grin |
Off top let her know I ain’t one of these dudes |
Rhyming to lose, naw ma I’m rapping to win |
Yeah! |
yes! |
They know the God be fresh |
I’m on that ass blowing purple on the washing set |
And even though I came wit thugs |
You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love' |
Uh! |
It’s D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff |
And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club! |
(w/ Jada ad-libs) |
You got to move wit the groove |
As she lay on the one’s and two’s |
Wait a minute, wait a minute |
You gon stink up the room! |
Wit that big ol' ass! |
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! |
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! |
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! |
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! |
You got to move wit the groove |
As she lay on the one’s and two’s |
Wait a minute, wait a minute |
You gon stink up the room! |
Wit that big ol' ass! |
Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and |
My wrists and my neck be gleamin |
Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce |
That’s why I get top in a drop Porsche |
Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off |
She come through, take them rocks off |
And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for |
They heard about the work, it’s as white as your Air Force |
Maybe it’s the voice that the world got an ear for |
Most of these rappers, I just don’t care for |
So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses |
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses |
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne |
Honey’s Head of the State, and I’m running the Campaign |
If you coming, c’mon, if not I’m gone |
Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song! |
Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking |
That ass like that, she could have the room stinking |
I — picked her up in the maroon Lincoln |
Blew her back out until the moon sank in |
Spend the profit, hold on the to the re |
Lock me up, hold on the to key |
I want you to wake up in the morning wit me |
I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya |