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De La Soul - Текст песни The Sauce
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
 Hold that, hold that, hold that
 Yo 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 about those messages and shit man
 We get to that later man, 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, ya 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 rhymes
 So let us demonstrate the right way ya need to place
 Yo, it's De La up in ya face
 Better yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the green
 With Philly Black
 Just layin' back, 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, I spit, kick at ya 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 rythms, you blink one, two times
 In between I do mines
 Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck
 Yeah son y'all faggots are soft
 I been through, carried the torchDe La Soul - The Sauce - http://ru.motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/the-sauce-lyrics.html
 Recognized and done married a dwarf
 So in-laws pay a writer's fee
 My stizzy sets a wiz bitch's 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 essential
 Reminded of concubines and evil that men do
 Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new
 Vandle issues, brandin' issues
 Grabbin' tissues, like you didn't 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 ya wish ya could
 Hold it down like the digital who stitched the hood
 Better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe
 While you froze panicin'
 Went from man to maniquin
 We them peaceful rap stars
 That can still jab ya in ya face
 Leave ya shit redder than Mars
 The sauce and shit, of course we it
 The flossy shit
 Groundin' beef like Maxwell House
 Go ask the house
 We representatives
 Go call ya Senators
 Change laws in rap, renovate ya landscape
 The man takes for sixteen
 And pull a paragraph up out the tango
 Hangin' like vango
 Water broke flows to c-sec
 You read xecs
 Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort










