With Krept growing up in Gipsy Hill and Konan growing up in Thornton Heath, they started in their neighbourhoods from an early age. As time went on krept and konan became friends outside of music and in due time realised we both had a musical talent in mc/rapping. It was then only a matter of time when they both came together to make a few songs for the fun of it. The songs had the streets going crazy, everybody had them on their phones, it is then when they realised their music potential. Unfortunately later down the line in 2007 konan went into incarceration for a whole year which had a major effect on their music path. Krept did not concentrate on music during konan’s incarceration, and at this point music was not in the picture for either of them. However in 2008 Konan was then released from jail and music was still not in the picture for either krept or konan.
A few weeks after konan’s release a friend of both krept and konan had a studio who occasionally invited them round to make tracks here and there. As these tracks were released their fanbase began to grow again it was then when they both decided to put more effort into the music. The two then started doing music videos, freestyle videos and releasing more tracks as time went on and the fanbase continued to grow. Both krept and konan then released a mixtape together called “Redrum” which was made due to high demand. At this point it was clear to everyone that krept and konan became a duo in the music scene, and at this moment all they were missing was a name. This is where Krept and konan both came to the decision of the name “Play Dirty”. They are now an official group which will be expanding in the future to more artists producers etc..
Sauce
Krept & Konan Lyrics
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I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, yeah I got sauce
They see the four exhausts, Fendi on shorts
We pour Champz on floors, GQ and Forbes
All this trap trap talk but you still sell draws
Dickhead, I made loads off tours
I made loads off tours
I'm in the villa with cuz' eating steak and prawns (came well done)
Free Merickz and Cause
Free Flipz and Pause
I've got this ting from North
She give me neck and jaw
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
It's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
And everyone's afraid when they lick shots
Then I slip off with a bad bitch, take your shit off
Quick bitch, suck my dick off
This ain't Slim Shade, it's a rip-off
Winning, phone ringing, not today nigga, piss off
Lick the tip off, too much teeth make my dick soft
Wait, wait, wait, don't scratch all my shit off (ow)
Everybody claim to be saucing
'Til I walk in with my chains looking awesome
Everybody claim that they're balling
But their mum's car reg is like a A, man it's awkward
Shame that they ain't with the claim and they forced it
All lame rapper could game and then you endorse it
All I'm saying is stay sane while you remain
Stay the same, never change for the fame then it's all good
It's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
And everyone's afraid when they lick shots
Then I slip off with a bad bitch, take her shit off
Quick bitch, suck my dick off
It's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
And everyone's afraid when they lick shots
With a bad bitch, take her shit off
Quick bitch, suck my dick off
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
It's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
And everyone's afraid when they lick shots
Then I slip off with a bad bitch, take your shit off
Quick bitch, suck my dick off
It's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
And everyone's afraid when they lick shots
Then I slip off with a bad bitch, take your shit off
Quick bitch, suck my dick off
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don't have sauce they in loss
I got sauce, I got sauce
The chorus, “I got sauce,” is repeated throughout the song, emphasizing the fact that Krept & Konan have confidence and swag, which is evident in their lyrics and demeanor. The two rappers are flaunting their wealth and status, referencing luxury brands such as Fendi and the expensive champagne, Champz. They are superior to those who talk about selling drugs, as Krept & Konan have made money off their music tours. Krept & Konan also shout out their friends who are currently incarcerated (“Free Merickz and Cause, Free Flipz and Pause”).
The verses explain how Krept & Konan have made it in the music industry, using their sauce (swag and confidence) to stand out. They criticize rappers who claim to be rich and successful, when in reality they are not. Additionally, there is a reference to Slim Shady, rather than Slim Shady it’s a rip-off, highlighting that Krept & Konan are unique and original. They end the song on a boastful note, repeating the chorus and talking about their success in a carefree, casual manner.
Line by Line Meaning
I got sauce, I got sauce
The artist is asserting their abundance of style and swagger
See me jumping out the Porsche
The artist is showing off their wealth
They see the four exhausts, Fendi on shorts
Others notice the artist's luxury items that they wear
We pour Champz on floors, GQ and Forbes
The artist celebrates their wealth and success by indulging in luxurious behavior and being recognized in elite publications
All this trap trap talk but you still sell draws
The artist is criticizing other rappers who brag about the drug trade, but are only selling small amounts
Dickhead, I made loads off tours
The artist made a lot of money by touring and performing
I'm in the villa with [?] eating steak and prawns (Came well done)
The artist is living in a luxurious villa and dining on expensive foods like steak and prawns, cooked to their preference
Free Merickz and Cause
The artist is calling for the release of their friends from prison
Free Flipz and Pause
The artist is calling for the release of more of their friends from prison
I've got this ting from North, She give me neck and jaw
The artist is boasting about a sexual encounter with a woman from a certain area
Yo, it's just, erm, it's just one of those days when you rave and you wait 'til it kick off
The artist is describing a night out when tensions are high and something could happen
Then I slip off with a bad bitch, take your shit off, Quick bitch, suck my dick off
The artist implies they will leave a party with an attractive woman to engage in sexual activity
This ain't Slim Shade, it's a rip-off
The artist is saying they are not copying someone else, but rather, doing their own thing in their own style
Everybody claim to be saucing, 'Til I walk in with my chains looking awesome
Other people claim to have style and swagger until the artist enters the room wearing expensive jewelry that adds to their own style
Everybody claim that they're balling, But their mum's car reg is like a A, man it's awkward
Other people claim to be wealthy and successful, but their mother's car is only registered at the basic level, which is embarrassing
All lame rapper could game and then you endorse it
The artist is criticizing the music industry for supporting fake personas and unoriginal rap styles
All I'm saying is stay sane while you remain, Stay the same, never change for the fame then it's all good
The artist advises others to stay grounded and true to themselves, rather than changing for the sake of fame
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Casyo Johnson, Karl Wilson
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