In ′05 Nas said I was the truth

Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop

Till 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 sipping 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, G-Rod, where Buddha Ru and Frogg at?

I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck

West side Cedar Block and niggas know what′s up

I'm with the shit though, my album drop, I ball like a disco

15's in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschko′s

Wrist glow, my bitch know I′m bipolar

Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my 16's US missiles

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

Max B is the Wave God, I'm with the sauce though

Never had 5 mics in my life so fuck The Source ho

As 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 niggas saw you?

They smacked you like a tennis ball

We hit 'em off, invented ball

Had bitches wet in Senegal

Showed niggas 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 but I'm spillin′ sauce

Can't stop blood like menopause

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

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 niggas had a problem I jumped in

I was a YG when YG was just a little nigga

Had white bitches swallowin′ sauce up out of my Hilfiger's

He′s so Compton, niggas hate him, bitches love 'em

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 USA synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet

And if you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but the sauce ain′t one, hit me

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