Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your
Übersetzung: De La Soul. Die Sauce.
a strobe While you froze panicin' Went from man to maniquin We them peaceful rap stars That can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars The sauce
chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writing more I don't hear to meet a soul in this business
those lights, Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writing more, And I ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness, I
bad banana, With a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch! Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul
No use in arguing all the use to the man that moans When each man falls in battle his soul it has to roam Angles of heaven flying saucers to some, made
them 50 bottles got to go See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then To catch a
chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writin more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
alley Tormented by mine Dodging the TECH N9NE Now here's the message Liberate me Chocolata tay Imma rock Not play Do the fuck what I say Throw your souls
the [Tech x4 N9ne x4] Now here's a message Liberace may Chocolatate' take 'em I'ma rock na Playa, do the fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air
tourmented by mine Dodgin the [tech x4 N9ne x4] Now here's a message Liberace may Chocolatate' take em I'ma rock na Playa, nigga fuck what I say Throw ya souls
not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and bother you I'm here for fries That's it Chicken nuggets Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit
even though, sometimes I wanna leave and go And find a job, I?m so odd, still I got an even flow Quiet kid, keep it low, mouth is closed wanna scream his soul
could find your mouth cold And rip out your tongue cause What your mouth told Sweat for the lemonade Sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce Sweat
here Grapefruit Diet (Diet!) Might seem a little sever Grapefruit Diet (Diet!) I'm gettin' tired of my big fat rear Blow, fatty! Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
's why I'm hear to say We won't eat prunes again Won't eat prunes again No no Yeah Eat the new sauce Same as the old sauce
