(Intro)(Sauce Money Ras Kass Sheek Louch)
(S) What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in
brooklyn best style you heard me
(R) (Sauce mother fuckin)
(S) Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the
y.o. you know
(R)(SL) (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)
(S) Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west
side style you know
(R) (West side)
[Verse One: Sauce Money]
I spit solely for the guacemole
Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and
Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips
I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan
Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand
She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man
Sauce money tell me where would you have it land
Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands
Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep
Now we rock them to sleep
Because we got the best songs that pesese charm
Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong
Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons
and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon
[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y'all gone
Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it's gone
And y'all might pop shit but that's about it
What you know about guns that come out my sleeve
And bullets that fly around your head like bee's
That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes
When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe
On some do-jo and it just a hobby
How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi
Wax on wax off with a knock out or better
I leave three threw t
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