Lyrics Aha Gazelle – Sauceallonmeh

William Fields Sr. and Aha Gazelle:
C’mon man!
Don’t let them discourage you, don’t let them get you down man!
Sometimes you just gotta put a little sauce on it man

Sauceallonmeh
Sauceallonmeh
I got the sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa
Sa-sa-sa-sa-sa
Sauceallonmeh
Yeahh, Sauceallonmeh me me me me me me
It’s Aha, cool

I got the sauce all on me!
I got the sauce all on me!
I got the sauce all on me me me me me me
I got the sauce all on me!
Yeah
I got the sauceallonmeh

It’s early in the morning, thank God for another day
Of lettin’ my eyes open, I gotta get this work money
Y’all sleepin’ and snoring
Don’t shake my hand bruh, you ain’t my homie
I’m on an island, with Master Roshi
I’m tryna be the best ever, you know I want the whole thing
Finna get mad at me, like I’m not supposed to go and get it
But don’t nobody like black, unless you got some gold fittin’

I thank God I came up, I said I wouldn’t change up
But we sick of seein’ the same thing, so how could you blame us?
I don’t need no hand claps I know that I deserve better
You can see my gold medal…

I got the sauce all on me!

I’m gonna rap now
Aha!

Listen up to every single word that I say
They gonna make you feel bad because you wanna be great
They gonna tell you that you changed and they gonna say that you fake
Because you moved on and have your own keys to your place
They don’t like it when you dream, they wanna take it away
Talkin’ all that noise so they can go and keep you awake
Exaggerate on every single tiny mistake, ignorin’ everything like they’re the only things that you make
I’m not making this up, best believe when I say
They gonna watch it while ya cook, they’ll wanna piece of your plate
And when you say no they gonna go and sneeze in your steak
Because it makes them sick to know that they can never relate
They wanna see you boxed in, with no options
Become an alcoholic that enjoys to breathe toxins
And beware of the frogs who try to hop in
In a room full of sheep who let the fox in?
(WOOF WOOF)
Don’t you see there’s not a good look
I’d rather look bad than read a good book
Play sports, rap or flip bricks and cook
That’s all it ever took
I’m in the bottom of this pit
I’m thinkin’ this is all because I have a vision
And my coat is colorific, on my way to Egypt on a first class ticket, yeah!

I thank God I came up, I said I wouldn’t change up
But we sick of seein’ the same thing, so how could you blame us?
I don’t need no hand claps I know that I deserve better
You can see my gold medal…

I got the sauce all on me!
I got the sauce all on me!
I got the sauce all on me me me me me me
I got the sauceallonmeh