Testo Face Off 2000 - Sauce Money feat. JAY Z
Testo della canzone Face Off 2000 (Sauce Money feat. JAY Z), tratta dall'album Middle Finger U.
[Intro: Jay-Z & (Sauce Money)
Sauce Money, Jay-Z, Clark World
(2000, And it goes like)
Uh-huh, uh, yeah-yeah
(And it goes like) Uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
(And it goes like)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly, get butt, past naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for a hour
Give 'em that feelin', Sauce Money for realin'
Let her get on top if it's mirrors on the ceilin'
Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
My device make her say, "Damn, that nigga's nice"
Know I got wifey, lay my cards when I pivot
Cash and seven digits if you wit' it
Sauce wanna give you the option, for the boot knockin'
Nine times outta ten, it's on and poppin'
Ain't no stoppin', victory in the end
Bring a friend next time, let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
And we can meet on the BQE
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
Talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
I can just hear you braggin'
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lollygaggin'
Uh, could you imagine?
Shakin' your tail just like a dragon, become my worst fling
In the mornin', Hot 97 the first thing (Deny it?)
Hell yeah, y'all, don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it
But who knows? Maybe one day I'll try it
But for now slow down, too much Lil' Kim in your diet
(Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Can I get it what? (What?) Get it wet (Uh)
When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit, you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami, actually
I'm Eddie King Jr., that nigga me
He want me to feel what he feel when it's tight
And I know you don't be doin' this right (Right)
But it gets no liver than this (Uh)
Never lie on our dick, shit, we got niggas risin' our wrists (Yeah)
Play your cards right, you'll be drivin' the 6
Shoppin' all day, hoppin' out in the dist'
Poppin' the Cris', shit hoppin' outta your wrists
Poppin' your shit, New York's hottest bitch
From the ghetto to the stilettos
But you gotta do it two times like a echo
You feelin' that? (Feelin' that?)
This is how we run it down the line
Nigga, Sauce go first, Jigga next to rhyme
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
Talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
[Verse 4: Jay-Z & (Sauce Money)
I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind, mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath
(Last thing I need to know is what it cost for sex)
(What you need to know is if I lost respect)
(Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct)
(I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through)
(Don't even sweat that) Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin'
(Four in the mornin', Frosted Flakes in your kitchen)
(Now you want me to start trickin', I suppose)
(That's when the first face-off kick in)
(We don't love these hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
Talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do?
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Uh-huh
Talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
I'm talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh
Talkin' 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Eric Gaither, Shawn Carter, James Mtume, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Philip Hunter Field
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