Ehh yea yea Tinny… Joyner There’s too much juice, too much sauce Ain’t nobody badder than I dont wanna wait for nobody I just wan dance with you mammy I put my hands on your body Don’t be scared don’t you worry I don’t wanna wait for nobody I just wan dance with you mammy I put my hands on your body Don’t be shy don’t you worry Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Yeah, now if I wait for you
I ga’ wait for e’rybody Way too much Juice She gon tell your friends about it You know who I am I know you don heard about me And a nigga with the sauce Ain’t mean no teriyaki I just walk up in the party with you girl, arm around me Booty so fat, that she gotta walk around it I’m so popular, everybody talk about me And I know you wanna fuck me Or at least you thought about it If you thought about it You just wanna made it, aii I think you should lemme hit it, aii I need you to make a decision Something bout you got me wishing With just me and you in my kitchen Do you pray too, am religious; I need that Jah, the way you naked, baby I just wanna see that When you put it on me; Love the way you tell me real that (i love the way you tell me real that) You don’t really drink, but you wanna take gray shot (She wanna take three shots; she wanna take three shots) You gon be ma baby mother, amma be your baby father Tell me something in’a your hid out When we dancing, I just wanna put your fucking skirt off If I take it easy, you be saying ‘go further’ Every time I made it, you be mad out Baby I don’t wanna hurt ya But a nigga feel like he don’t deserve ya; one desire I dont wanna wait for nobody I just wan dance with you mammy I put my hands on your body Don’t be scared don’t you worry I don’t wanna wait for nobody I just wan dance with you mammy I put my hands on your body Don’t be shy don’t you worry Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice Too much juice, too much sauce Too much sauce, too much juice
This your waist, am still liking this your waist When I put up with the Bar Man outside You know we don’t really wanna play- no Too Much Juice, Too Much Sauce Too Much Sauce, Too Much Juice Gat Real-Gs in ma crew Not those ones that gat you confused Hennessy in my Soda, I don’t roll with em Cola We be bursting, I told ya Stunts that gat you dripping like water Hundred bandz, on ma sleeves, we be living my dream Yeah I know you’ve seen a lot of boys But there’s no Don, no Don no Don like we This your way gat me thinking about you all day No be play, right now you gon really pay Take you out no bogoriga; gat balls like a bubble bee Honey, lemme talk to you I gat Juice, I gat Sauce; its a barbecue girl Wait for nobody, I just wanna dance with you mami Oh yea, I put ma hands on your body Don’t be scared, don’t you worry
