The Sauce

Sagged out in the trap house Just bagged out my last ounce You want beef i want the cash cow Throw ya p’s up and hold ya stacks down I checked twice before I gave my dough the last count I flee the scene before the Po land like Krakow Hard worker first at job but the last out When my mother was at work I got the slags round I was a good kid but now i am a badman My new timepiece got me feelin’ like the Sandman Young kala smokin’ on the Afgan I was getting p***y on some brain like a CAT scan Drinkin’ lean but I’m the last man standing I been runnin road watchin olders pull their hamstrings He said this was his year the next month he was a has been Black Josh Foreign Beggars always on a mad ting GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce If you need a plug then I could be the source Dirty like the south uppers like the north Gimme a minute while i whip the sauce Gimme a minute while a I dick ya broads You can bring the banger i can bring the sports London gang stackin’ Lizzies while i’m pitched abroad Couple brands, distribution yeah I been a boss Never public with the business when it’s still in talks If you need a plug i could be the source Lackin’ in the mula never been the sort I’m at the squat party with some hot aunties Smellin extra piff but they proper nasty Blondie’s got me gassed but she’s not a nazi She’s lettin of the totty cos I got the ch.. I could be your dream come true All you gotta do is pre the prenuptial Or you could make my dreams come true Let me get the digits for the clean up... GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce If you need a plug then I could be the source Dirty like the south uppers like the north I be on the wave as if I was a Norse And I got the grade like mans just done a course When I'm on the sauce I'm a fucking tour de force I be hittin’ shots like man was playing horse Chicks be tryn’a flash man but they speakin’ morse If they can't afford the credit naaah fam I keep it caush Last couple years dippin’ in and outta court I fucked Lady Luck had her slippin’ out her draws And certain time man feels get debauched see me chillin’ on the porch gettin’ lick off all sorts A bit that got my brainwaves lit like a torch Or a ting dat got curves like the body on a Porsche I’m coming for a cut of what’s yours What can man say I got flaws I don’t give a fuck about laws If you’re holding back the door better get it reinforced GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce If you need a plug then I could be the source Dirty like the south uppers like the north --- The Sauce - Foreign Beggars