[Lyric] Whats Sauce? To A Nigga Wit da juice (C. Wells)

In a foreign, since a youth, 17 in a coupe, in my neighborhood my nigga I'm da truth, yaay
In my neighborhood, I'm da nigga wit da nigga wit da juice, yahh, and what Sauce to a nigga wit da juice? Yayy, Used to serve em in my foreign, foreign women they adore me, say my voice get her horny, Got a man but he corny, in a burban I be swerving, wit my mind on da money, wake up early, get to serving, no regard for my warrants, peep da laws and i notice, bussed a right at da corna, at the light made a left, held my breath I was smokin, placed my sweet in my drink, had to stop paranoia, thank that God I'm important, for my job and those b4
I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b, I'm a dog on dem hoes I'm a dog off the leash, 5 chains on my neck, and I stay in streets, I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b, still
I'm a b, I'm A b thank God I'm a b, I'm dog on demh oes, I'm a dawg in dese streets, I'm 5 pointer blood dats my set and what I B, I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b

I'm a dawg, I'm a hound, im a 5 say it proud, selling drank, selling coke, selling pills, selling pounds, u a bitch, u a mark, In a click full clowns, niggas jockin me in Lynn , send a killa in ya town, found out Don cannon fake and i don't need ya cosign, niggas tried to jock my style, real trappers gon shine, sun up to sunrise, hustle hard, gotta grind, 1 killa, 1 time, how I rather send mine, I been trappin trappin traffickin ain't neva been signed, bout 3 benzos wit no license no job, made a 1,000 rap songs and they all came from god, send my prayers up to heaven let me rap or let me rob
I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b, I'm a dog on dem hoes I'm a dog off the leash, 5 chains on my neck, and I stay in streets, I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b, still
I'm a b, I'm A b thank God I'm a b, I'm dog on demh oes, I'm a dawg in dese streets, I'm 5 pointer blood dats my set and what I B, I'm a b im a b thank God I'm a b