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The Diplomats

Sauce Boyz

 

Sauce Boyz

(album: Diplomatic Ties - 2018)


[Jim Jones:]
Heatmakerz
Crack Music
We just trying to be more diplomatic in certain situations
But don't ever forget, don't ever think that we slipping or lacking

Hrgh, I started with a grand of pack
Once I finished, then re-up and then I ran it back
Parked in front the building, I was watching where my grandma at
Seems like everybody watching through a camera snap
Checked the manifest and asked the pilot where we landing at
Jumping off the isle while we docking where the sand was at
She love the sauce boss and I be dripping like candle wax
This Bentley four-door is like the straw that broke the camel back
I was watching all these rappers rocking fanny packs
I was asking myself, "What kind of man is that?"
And that's a shot muhfucka, can you handle that?
Make a phone call and have you parking where it's handicap
And all these questions they be asking, me and Cam are back
It's Diplomats for life, muhfucka, and I stand on that (Dipset!)
Two desert eagles like the eagle in my chain
This game is like a drug, that's like a needle to the vein
Killa been said there's no needing to explain
'Cause these selfish muhfuckas don't appreciate the game
They don't appreciate this shit
It's like they copped a new car, it just depreciates and shit

[Juelz Santana:]
Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
You could see it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
See it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch

Slurp it up like spaghetti hoe
Got that sauce, got that flavor, that oregano
Kept it on me but I kept it low
Only time I let it show is when I let it go
Santana, hoe, you already know
Yeah, neck looking like the levees broke
Still got that perico straight from Mexico
'Bout my paper, every decimal
I ain't French but all my bitches c'est si bon
No time to love 'em, I just fuck 'em and I let 'em go
Uh, gigalo, Deuce Bigalow
Gotta hit her with the give-and-go
They all birds, gotta let 'em roam
When you see me, boy salute me, I'm a general
Or end up on my plate getting ate like a dinner roll
Still riding high, leaning low

Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
You could see it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
See it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch

[Cam'ron:]
Santa, yeah I'ma hit the bank, then to my crib with the lake
Inside a catfish, I don't mean no picture prank
I'm talking 'bout my dinner plate, mac and finished steak
What about my vegetables? Watch carats in the face
Did I indicate, baby you looking in the face
Of a man that every other month go out some different place
So fix your face, we flying, fuck the interstate
You could bring a couple friends, the others I'll eliminate
She said why? 'Cause it's like the playoffs
Taking some days off, you coming or not girl?
This is the addy, be there or be square, 10 a.m. is the takeoff
No time to tongue wrestle
200K here on this young bezel
She left in a Camry, Plan B
It ain't my fault that she can't see

[Juelz Santana:]
Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
You could see it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
See it dripping, spilling off, spilling off
Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
Them boyz got the sauce, dipset bitch

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