Lirik Lagu The Sauce - Eminem
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
It's all bad now man, it's all badCuz y'all done FUCKED up nowYEA! Ha ha, new shit, aiyyoI just want the whole world to knowThat I did not start this, but I will finish it
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you wasIf you could spit, then you could spitThat's it, that's what it wasBack when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raftFor the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gaspedThen you hype, cuz you lastAnd you might whoop some assIf you lost, then you lostShake hands like a man and you swallowed itWhen the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was likeThe only source of lifeWhen the mics used to mean something, a four was likeYou were the shit, now it's like the least you getThree and a half now just means you're a piece of shitFour and a half or fiveMeans you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or BenzinoShit I don't even think you realizeYou're playing with motherfuckers' livesI done watched Dre get fucked on The ChronicProbably cuz I was on itNow you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slideI said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a fiveShit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryinI swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's whyYou let that bitch give me that bullshit reviewI sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knewYou'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we throughNo more Source for street cred, them days is deadRay's got AK's to Dave Mays' headEvery issue there's an eight page Made Men spreadWill somebody please tell whoever braids his headThat I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of leadOn my pencil, for me to write some shit this simpleSo listen closely, as I break it down and proceedThis old G's about to get smoked like rolled weedYou don't know me or my motherfucking motherYou motherfuckin
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you wasIf you could spit, then you could spitThat's it, that's what it wasBack when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raftFor the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gaspedThen you hype, cuz you lastAnd you might whoop some assIf you lost, then you lostShake hands like a man and you swallowed itWhen the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was likeThe only source of lifeWhen the mics used to mean something, a four was likeYou were the shit, now it's like the least you getThree and a half now just means you're a piece of shitFour and a half or fiveMeans you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or BenzinoShit I don't even think you realizeYou're playing with motherfuckers' livesI done watched Dre get fucked on The ChronicProbably cuz I was on itNow you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slideI said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a fiveShit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryinI swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's whyYou let that bitch give me that bullshit reviewI sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knewYou'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we throughNo more Source for street cred, them days is deadRay's got AK's to Dave Mays' headEvery issue there's an eight page Made Men spreadWill somebody please tell whoever braids his headThat I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of leadOn my pencil, for me to write some shit this simpleSo listen closely, as I break it down and proceedThis old G's about to get smoked like rolled weedYou don't know me or my motherfucking motherYou motherfuckin
