Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face Off 2000 (Feat. Jay-Z), artist - Sauce MoneyDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Face Off 2000 (Feat. Jay-Z) |
| Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew |
| Lay my game flat, what you wanna do Talk all night, are we gonna screw? |
| Im talking bout me and you |
| Verse one: sauce money |
| I like to push up on chicks like its the last record |
| Take em to the telly get buck passed naked |
| Let em feel the power, lick em if it dont taste sour |
| Hit em in the shower for an hour |
| Give em that feeling, sauce money for real and |
| Let her get on top if theres mirrors on the ceiling |
| Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice |
| My device makes her say «damn, that niggas nice!» |
| Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot |
| Pass your seven digits if youre with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin |
| Nine times outta ten its on and poppin |
| Aint no stopping victorys in the air |
| Bring a friend next time lets do it again |
| Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the bqe |
| And it goes like |
| Verse two: sauce money, jay-z |
| Sauce money: |
| Had this bitch bragging, |
| Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin; |
| Huh, could you imagine |
| Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame |
| In the morning hot 97 the first thing |
| (deny it) hell yeah yall dont buy it I dont eat no kind of fish if you cant fry it But who knows maybe one day Ill try it But for now slow down too much lip is killin your diet |
| Jay-z: |
| Can I get it what — get it wet |
| When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best |
| It aint wack to be with both of us, mami actually |
| Im eddie kane jr., that nigga me! |
| You want me to feel what he feel when its tight |
| And I know, he dont be doing it right |
| But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks |
| Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists |
| Play your cards right youll be driving the 6 |
| Shopping all day hoppin out in the dist. |
| Popping the crist., shit hoppin outta your wrist |
| Popping your shit, new yorks hottest bitch |
| >from the ghetto to the stillettos |
| But you gotta do it two times like an echo, yall feelin that |
| This is how we run it down the line |
| Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme |
| Verse three: jay-z, sauce money |
| Jay-z |
| I see you got a lot to get off your chest |
| Coat, blouse, bra-dont talk me to death |
| Like murders on your mind mami, off the dress |
| Jigga ran game til I lost my breath |
| Sauce money |
| Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex |
| What you need to know is if I lost respect |
| Dont have to worry if you do sauce correct |
| Ima bless that, bring my whole crew through, dont even sweat that |
| Jay-z: uh, dime pieces Im hittin |
| Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen |
| Jay-z: now you want me to start trickin I suppose |
| Sauce money: thats when the first face off kicks in- |
| «we dont love these hoes!» |