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DJ Quik - No Doubt lyrics
[DJ Quik] Yes, MGD is the beer for me Ah, MGD is the beer for me (that's right) MGD is the brew for me (that's right) I'm the Q-to-the-U-to-the-I-to-the-K, okay? Each day I play my way, that's the fly way And I'm older than a motherfucker, but they still ask me for my ID, when I buy MGD, feel me? Cause I've got {?} in my family (uh-huh) And I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity (hmm) Plus I'm not living above my means (no) buying Rolexes and rings Flossing cars that I can't afford, lovin these bitches and whores You know, I never broke myself to see no ho Never did time, never took no pride in bein cruised Don't give a fuck about a pink slip, loose lips sink ships Hundred miles at least, when I sign a new lease I never, trick off my fanny with these bitches You got to be clever, gots to keep yo' mind on your riches And stop doin the things that keep you broke And keepin niggaz names in yo' mouth you shouldn'tve spoke, no doubt I'm dope In this game 8 years, some of my peers have moved on I procede to succeed, I stay within my zone I'm the baddest motherfucker, yet it's me that you despise Look within yourself and find out why you wear that dumb disguise [Chorus 2X: DJ Quik] No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about [Playa Hamm] From the low bottoms, to the skies I got 'em open On the scrotum they blowin like it's chronic, high hopin The P never leaves, be conceivin 'em like intercourse Up in somethin, keep 'em cummin, Playa Hamm be the source of the force you now witness - and this is just, another stone in the succession of the nutties I bust The homies told me don't put no cut on it, keep it raw If you want 'em bangin, P clique swangin down the shore Tricks 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 low Victims of vendettas and busters infraredders you know what type of forty it is, when in the presence of the G's, pushin P's, players we be the essence Fo' life, it's the JB and pimpin Carl When LTD we havin it all, no doubt [Chorus] - Playa Hamm instead of DJ Quik [Suga Free] Now I'ma tell ya STRAIGHT UP!One nigga planned on havin hands on messin with what I stand on, but trick you fin' ta get ATE UP! I, feel like {?} but this pimp ahead of me has {?} To within an inner trace of the mind, disintergrates her kind like battery acid You never got no money from a ho, or seen my {?} with some spokes {?} buddy be somethin broke, I'm a pimp but you don't know YOU BETTER STAND UP, now empty out your purse I told you GET OUT I don't trust yo' ass, now throw yo' hands up Take it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dump, haha Brrrrrrrrrt, dip, gimme my chips!HahahahahaHAAAAAAAAA!Witchcraft Now let me see what I can check you wit now Excuse me baby but, didn't I look you in yo' eyes and tell you what you was? Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp does Ho what you cain't see me wit it?Why?Probably cause I stay G'd up from the street up, and subject to make yo' trick go get it [Chorus: Suga Free] No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) - somethin for ya mouth Now let my name {?} like some dookie in yo' mouth HAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHHH DJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin Playa Hamm, ohhh Bubba Brown Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as well El DeBarge what's up baby? Ain't nuttin but a party up in here, yeah See my fingernails done baby, ahh, watch how ya pants feel damp Look out girl |
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