Sauce Boyz - The Diplomats

Heatmakerz

Crack Music

We just tryin' to be more diplomatic in certain situations

But don’t ever forget, don’t ever think that we slippin' or lackin'

Hrgh, I started with a grand of pack

Once I finished, then re-up and then I ran it back

Parked in front the buildin', I was watchin' where my grandma at

Seems like everybody watchin' through a camera snap

Checked the manifest and asked the pilot where we landin' at

Jumpin' off the isle while we dockin' where the sand was at

She love the sauce boss and I be drippin' like candle wax

This Bentley four-door is like the straw that broke the camel back

I was watchin' all these rappers rockin' fanny packs

I was askin' myself, «What kind of man is that?»

And that’s a shot muhfucka, can you handle that?

Make a phone call and have you parkin' where it’s handicap

And all these questions they be askin', 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 needin' 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

Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk

You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' 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 drippin', spillin' off, spillin' 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 lookin' 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 gettin' ate like a dinner roll

Still ridin' high, leanin' low

Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk

You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' 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 drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off

Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce

Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch

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 talkin' 'bout my dinner plate, mac and finished steak

What about my vegetables?

Watch carats in the face

Did I indicate, baby you lookin' in the face

Of a man that every other month go out some different place

So fix your face, we flyin', fuck the interstate

You could bring a couple friends, the others I’ll eliminate

She said why?

'Cause it’s like the playoffs

Takin' some days off, you comin' 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

Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk

You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' 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 drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off

Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce

Them boyz got the sauce, dipset bitch