We Gonna Rock - Sauce Money



Never send a boy to do a man's job

You know?

I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about

We forgot - how to spit

Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records

Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka

Follow me now

Fuck with me



[ VERSE 1 ]

Sammy Sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all

Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all

Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route

G.H. form now, go and break my brother out

Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck

Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch

Ain't no probably, Sauce Money, fool, got to be

Chicken eggs grits, California, call it Oscar E.

Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me?

Hit Flex with it, Stretch with it, then Mr. Cee

Marley Marl Sunday night, can't forget Kid Capri

Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in Philly be

Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock

30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop

Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch

Put it in the air for them niggas Biggie, Pun and Pac



[ CHORUS ]

Haters frontin in the club

Real gees show us love

Bust slugs for my nigga

(We gonna rock)

Anywhere we do shows

Come through, two hoes

Killers with new flows, playa

(We gonna rock)

Even when eyes low from hydro

Can't another brother cock-block my flow

(We gonna rock)

Can't stop our ones

Can't block our guns

Get your triggers

And squeeze for these Faculty niggas



[ VERSE 2 ]

Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal

They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real

Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel

Be read



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