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letra de 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 f-ck this is all about
we forgot – how to spit
muthaf-ckas is makin all these crazy–ss f-ckin records
stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, m-th-f-cka
follow me now
f-ck with me

[ verse 1 ]
sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop n-gg-, touch em all
some cute, but suck em all, i say f-ck em all
eat a d-ck too, soloist choose another route
g.h. form now, go and break my brother out
henny out the bottle, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s down in philly be
just p-ssin through, son, still many guns to c-ck
30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop
chillin at my b-tch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch
put it in the air for them n-gg-s biggie, pun and pac

[ chorus ]
haters frontin in the club
real gees show us love
bust slugs for my n-gg-
(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 c-ck-block my flow
(we gonna rock)
can’t stop our ones
can’t block our guns
get your triggers
and squeeze for these faculty n-gg-s

[ verse 2 ]
haters hate me cause i’m a big n-gg- with m-ss appeal
they can suck a d-ck with ghonorrhea and that’s for real
ain’t no secrets, m-th-f-ckas know i might clap the steel
be ready any given time, i’m like grab the wheel
let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm
two chicks in a yugo, d-mn, it’s a false alarm
not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar
but right now i’m like baking soda, armed with a hammer
summertime comin, now they wonder what i drive next
represent for big n-gg-s, 3-4-5-x
wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow
know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row
suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free
real gees happy for me, haters like ‘it can’t be’
fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother
just don’t forget to call me dad too cause i’m a motherf-cker

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
i know b-tches who love sauce for the d-cko, straight gorilla
fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-
ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain’t the way i make my scrilla
[name], [name], [name], [name], those my n-gg-s
hit the club half-c-cked, n-gg-s shoulda knew me better
jim star dillinger, that’s under my gucci sweater
through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and i spit
screamed on this one chick like, b-tch, dance to my sh-t
part the club with elbows, b-mp a n-gg-, love that
n-gg- read my eyes and it said ‘step the f-ck back’
this gorilla hill sh-t, we don’t give two f-cks
on gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much
must’ve had a sixth sense, how he knew i clutch chrome?
probably this a big b-tch, front and left his nuts home
f-ck that weak gotti sh-t, n-gg-, let your shotie spit
sauce m-th-f-ckin, get your punk–ss body whipped

[ chorus ] (3x)

welcome to gorilla hill

- sauce money

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