Hot Sauce 1st Verse - 607 You can catch me in traffic, i be all over town Tryin to find out who got it, get me some and get down I be backstreet bailin', like i don't got a choice Yeah i'm 607 (baby lower your voice) They can tell how i grew up, by the way that i roll Don't complain over little shit, get a lil bit - we throwed See this heat for them bustas, speed limit for suckas And the smiles for the models on the covers, they love us What you say 'bout some payments?! homie we ain't the same If i'm eyein it i'm buyin it, let you keep the change If i'm lyin then i'm flyin, and you don't see no wings I accept your apology, bitch get back in your lane! Yeah I know who she is, i met her at the party She was shakin like she trying to make it fly off her body She comin over here, she attracted to real Niggas who tryin to make some sense out this life we live (hot sauce) Hook Paper baby, we got that (whoa) Animosity, stop that (no) Smilin when i pull through (ay) You should be feelin good oo (hold up) Pour a lil bit of hot sauce on it (x2) Pour a lil bit of hot sauce please And you'll be feelin just like me (mm hm) Verse 2 - Bobby Catch me out with my partners, rollin dippin the town Trickin off a few dollars, lil mama flaggin us down If she watchin i'm stoppin, if she want it it's hers She ain't none of my lady, today i feel she deserves Got my a/c low, music up with the window cracked We doin this everyday baby, you should get into that I get a stack - bend it back- show it then i blow it Baby girl you don't know me, i'm breakin bread with my homies (Call me) Yeah i like 'em cool, sexy petite and cute But if you're unsure, i'ma hit a detour I need you ready baby, that's when you're at your best I don't wanna know, i love it when you make me guess (yes) Got me feelin like i'm number 1 Somebody stop me, Bobby the hottest under the sun 100 'til i d-i-e If you got your own money you should feel like me (hot sauce) Hook Bridge: Have you ever seen a mp3 with dust on it? That would never happen to a file with us on it Got kids runnin home from school like the bus haunted Treat the beat like your gal face, buss on it Niggas questionin' my position must want it G'on and take it from me homie, ain't no cuffs on it He who sets his sights on 6 shall soon be Full of holes like a motel 6 room key Hook