Suga Free - No Doubt (feat. DJ Quik & Playa Hamm) Lyrics

Yes, MGD is the beer for meAh, MGD is the beer for me, that's rightMGD is the brew for me, that's right, yeahI'm the Q to the U to the I to the K, okay?Each day, I play my way, that's the fly wayAnd I'm older than a motherfucker, but they still ask meFor my ID, when I buy MGD, feel me?'Cause I've got [Incomprehensible] in my family, uh huhAnd I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity, hmmPlus I'm not living above my means, buying Rolexes and ringsFlossing cars that I can't afford, lovin' these bitches and whoresYou know, I never broke myself to see no hoeNever did time, never took no pride in bein' cruisedDon't give a fuck about a pink slip, loose lips, sink shipsHundred miles at least, when I sign a new leaseI never trick off my fanny with these bitchesYou got to be clever, gots to keep your mind on your richesAnd stop doin' the things that keep you brokeAnd keepin' niggaz names in your mouthThat you shouldn't have spoke, no doubt, I'm dopeIn this game eight years, some of my peers have moved onI proceed to succeed, I've stayed within my zoneI'm the baddest motherfucker, yet it's me that you despiseLook within yourself and find out why you wear that dumb disguiseNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow run and tell 'em what I'm all aboutNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow run and tell 'em what I'm all aboutFrom the low bottoms to the skies, I got 'em openOn the scrotum they blowin' like it's chronic, high hopin'The P never leaves, be conceivin' 'em like intercourseUp in somethin', keep 'em comin', Playa Hamm be the sourceOf the force you now witness, and this is justAnother stone in the succession of the nutties I bustThe homies told me don't put no cut on it, keep it rawIf you want 'em bangin', P clique swangin' down the shoreTricks out here, tryin' to make hits instead of makin it hard hittin'And perpetratin' frauds when they spittin'The game is full of twisters and misters quick to do lowVictims of vendettas and busters infraredders, you knowWhat type of forty it is, when in the presenceOf the G's, pushin' P's, players, we be the essenceFor life, it's the JB and pimpin' CarlWhen LTD we havin' it all, no doubtNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow run and tell 'em what we all aboutNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow run and tell 'em what I'm all aboutNow I'ma tell ya straight up, one nigga planned on havin' hands onMessin' with what I stand on, but trick you find to get ate upI feel like a [Incomprehensible] but this pimp ahead of meHas [Incomprehensible] to within an inner trace of the mindDisintegrates her kind like battery acidYou never got no money from a hoe or seen my max[Incomprehensible] buddy be somethin' brokeI'm a pimp, but you don't knowYou better stand up, now empty out your purse I told youGet out, I don't trust your ass, now throw your hands upTake it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dumpDip, give me my chips, witchcraftNow let me see what I can check you with nowExcuse me baby but, didn't I look you in your eyesAnd tell you what you was?Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp doesHo, what, you can't see me with it, why, probably 'causeI stay G'd up from the street upAnd subject to make your trick, go get itNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow run and tell 'em what we all aboutNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNo doubt, no doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouthNow let my man press like some dookie in your mouthDJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin'Playa Hamm, oh, Bubba Brown, Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as wellEl DeBarge, what's up, baby?Ain't nothin' but a party up in here, yeahSee my fingernails done, babyAhh, watch how your pants feel damp, look out, girl