The Game
Sauce
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Game—this that '92 shit
We the Best Dream Team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever
So you know what we gon' do?
We gon' live it up to the fullest
Ayo, Game—talk that talk

[Verse 1: The Game]
In '05, Nas said I was the truth
N***as thought I was from New York, n***as thought I was off a stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in G Thang
Wasn't no limit after that so I did my Master P thing
Middle fingers to my enemies
Working on The Documentary with Nate Dogg, sippin' my Hennessy
First thing I recorded was me and 50
Hate It or Love It, I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me, Fase and G-Rod, where Buddha Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
Westside Cedar Block and n***as know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop, I ball like a disco
Fifteens in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschkos
Wrist glow, my bitch know I'm bipolar
Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my sixteens US missiles, uh
[Hook: The Game]
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot

[Verse 2: The Game]
Max B is the Wave God, I'm with the sauce though
Never had five mics in my life so fuck The Source ho
Far as awards go, they gave away my Grammy
Gave it to Missy, I was too gangster and they ain't understand me
I had too much sauce, before my time, I was too much boss
In a Maybach with a mil, too much Ross
My freshman class'll whoop your freshman class ass
It was me, Ye, Snowman, Banks, Buck, and Fab
Everybody wore platinum cause everybody went platinum
And you woulda thought The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw, them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and n***as saw you, they smacked you like a tennis ball
We hit 'em off, invented ball, had bitches wet in Senegal
Showed n***as Lamborghini doors before they had Aventadors
I get it off, I've been a boss, gettin' bricks off in them rental cars
I did it all without spillin' sauce, can't stop Blood like menopause
[Hook: The Game]
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
Put some sauce on it

[Verse 3: The Game]
Tossed the bitch salad last night with no ranch
I like it sweet and sour cause I grew up off of Rosecrans
Showed Kendrick his first Benz
Showed Problem if n***as had a problem, I jumped in
I was a YG when YG was just a little n***a
Had white bitches swallowin' sauce up out of my Hilfigers
He's so Compton, n***as hate him, bitches love him
Bought my first Bentley and let Kim and Paris picked the colors
Then we gassed off like NASCAR
I done drove everything except Madagascar's
My flow sick, ill, I'm off them bath salts
I used to fuck bitches that Usher Raymond passed off
Then I fucked three Kardashians, hold that thought
I'm that raw, not that raw, Trojans on deck
Like USC synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet
And if you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems but the sauce ain't one, hit me
[Hook: The Game]
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it