Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sauce, artist - The Game.
Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sauce |
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit |
We the Best dream team |
They don’t want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks |
They don’t want us on exotic islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever |
So you know what we gon' do? |
We gon' live it up to the fullest |
Ayo Game, talk that talk |
In '05 Nas said I was the truth |
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop |
Till I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in «G Thang» |
Wasn’t no limit after that so I did my Master P thing |
Middle fingers to my enemies |
Working on «The Documentary"with Nate Dogg sipping my Hennessy |
First thing I recorded was me and 50 |
«Hate It or Love It», I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey |
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats |
Me facin' G-Rod, where Buddah Ru and Frogg at? |
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck |
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what’s up |
I’m with the shit though, my album drop, I ball like a disco |
15's in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschko’s |
Wrist glow, my bitch know I’m bipolar |
Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my 16's US missiles |
Put some sauce on it |
Tell 'em put some sauce on it |
I think I put too much sauce on it |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot |
Max B is the Wave God, I’m with the sauce though |
Never had 5 mics in my life so fuck The Source ho |
As far as awards go, they gave away my Grammy |
Gave it to Missy, I was too gangster and they ain’t understand me |
I had too much sauce |
Before my time I was too much boss |
In a Maybach with a mil, too much Ross |
My freshman class’ll whoop your freshman class ass |
It was me, Ye, Snowman, Banks, Buck, and Fab |
Everybody wore platinum cause everybody went platinum |
And you woulda thought The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson |
The N was raw, it’s Tim McGraw |
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off |
You had beef and niggas saw you? |
They smacked you like a tennis ball |
We hit 'em off, invented ball |
Had bitches wet in Senegal |
Showed niggas Lamborghini doors |
Before they had Aventadors |
I get it off, I’ve been a boss |
Gettin' bricks off in them rental cars |
I did it all but I’m spillin' sauce |
Can’t stop blood like menopause |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
Put some sauce on it |
Tossed the bitch salad last night with no ranch |
I like it sweet and sour cause I grew up off of Rosecrans |
Showed Kendrick his first Benz |
Showed Problem if niggas had a problem I jumped in |
I was a YG when YG was just a little nigga |
Had white bitches swallowin' sauce up out of my Hilfiger’s |
He’s so Compton, niggas hate him, bitches love 'em |
Bought my first Bentley and let Kim and Paris picked the colors |
Then we gassed off like NASCAR |
I done drove everything except Madagascar’s |
My flow sick-ill, I’m off them bath salts |
I used to fuck bitches that Usher Raymond passed off |
Then I fucked three Kardashians, hold that thought |
I’m that raw, not that raw, Trojans on deck |
Like USA synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet |
And if you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son |
I got 99 problems but the sauce ain’t one, hit me |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah |
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot |
Put some sauce on it |
Tell 'em put some sauce on it |
I think I put too much sauce on it |