PASS THE SAUCE
Written during the heat of 2020, when the world watched, marched, and demanded change.
“PASS THE SAUCE” rises as more than a song. It’s a bold, celebratory anthem that honors Blackness, heritage, resilience, and the unbreakable spirit that carries us through struggle and joy alike.
Produced by ERIC AZ & Ony Irv, “PASS THE SAUCE” blends infectious grooves with lyrics that uplift and unite. It’s the kind of track that makes you move, think, and proudly pass on what sustains you—culture, love, history, and strength.
Yes, Yes, Yes I Do, Oooh I Like It ooh
Taste so good, yummy Spicy mmm
Burn, just like it should, give me just little
Let it dribble, mmm mmm
Don’t you worry bout what I do
I do
Any motherfucking thang that I want to do
I say
Any motherfucking thang that I want to say
I say
When I say, I say
I Am A King but You Can Not Have It Your Way
(No way, no way)
Walk up in the room like you run the world
(Who run, who run)
Better fix your crown, Gon slick that curl
Better recognize here that times done changed
Me and all my ancestors, we came to bring you the pain
(this sauce is not for everybody!)
We The reason for cool, definition, not you
(We the reason for cool, not you)
Come and catch this fly
Man you know it’s true
(We the reason for cool, definition not you)
Ain’t never been a rat, Man I love my hood
When you hear that drip, Just know I’m good
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
Pass The Sauce
My hair is my sauce
My skin is my sauce
My style is my sauce
My kicks is my sauce (Pass The Sauce)
My flow is my sauce
My look is my sauce
You want all this sauce?
Rolling deep in locs, Wit my Bantu knots
Better back up fast, for you catch a knot
(Wit my bantu knots, rolling deep in Locs)
Ya’ll think ya’ll hot, when you know you’re not
(Rolling deep in locks, wit my Bantu Knots)
Oh You want this skin but you hate my lot?
(Better back up fast, ‘fore you catch a knot)
Can I get some greens with my chicken wings?
Maybe, Rice and beans on the side with some Mac & Cheese?
Even, french fries, deep fried with some ketchup, please?
Don’t forget my freedom and my rights and my right to peace
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
I Like Hot Sauce On My Chicken
Pass The Sauce
My hair is my sauce
My skin is my sauce
My style is my sauce
My kicks is my sauce (Pass The Sauce)
My flow is my sauce
My look is my sauce
You want all this sauce, No?
Don’t you worry bout what I do
I do
Any motherfucking thang that I want to do
I say
Any motherfucking thang that I want to say
I say
When I say, I say
Black Women Are The Backbone Of The Human Race!
I am anti-violence, I am not non-violent
But that blood that’s been spilled
Got a high price on it
The reckoning’s here
Ain’t no timeline on it
Time for debt to be paid
My palms wide open
Yeah it’s Time For That New World Order
Revolutions here
Time To Transform on Ya
We must all rise
Trans, Sons, Queers, Daughters
Every Black Life is Not a Sight to Slaughter
A Fight you don’t wanna, a bitch who gone wanna
And when I say bitch, a Babe In Total Control of HER
And when that bitch that swing,
Ya head bound to fall off ya
When We tried with peace,
You did not want listen
Every Black life that done Lost a loved one
Stand Up for Yours, Betta Stay informed
Armed with the Ancestors strength, We’re Gonna
Fight till the new NIGGA WORLD ORDER