No Doubt (feat. Playa Hamm & Suga Free)

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, yeah 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 Indian in my family, uh huh And I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity, hmm Plus I'm not living above my means, 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 hoe 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 your mind on your riches And stop doin' the things that keep you broke And keepin' niggaz names in your mouth That you shouldn't have spoke, no doubt, I'm dope In this game eight years, some of my peers have moved on I proceed to succeed, I've stayed 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 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, I got somethin' for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about 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 comin', 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 For life, it's the JB and pimpin' Carl When LTD we havin' it all 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 we 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, I got somethin' for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about Now I'ma tell ya straight up, one nigga planned on havin' hands on Messin' with what I stand on, but trick you finna get ate up I feel like I can't smoke but this pimp ahead of me Has a trick or two to within an inner trace of the mind Disintegrates her kind like battery acid You never got no money from a hoe or seen my max Blisters foe, seein' her can make 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 your ass, now throw your hands up Take it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dump Dip, give me my chips (witchcraft) Now let me see what I can check you with now Excuse me baby but, didn't I look you in your eyes And tell you what you was? Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp does Ho, what, you can't see me with it, why, probably 'cause I stay G'd up from the street up And subject to make your trick, go get it No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what we all about No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth No doubt, I got somethin' for ya mouth Now let my man press like some dookie in your mouth DJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin' Playa Hamm, oh, Bubba Brown, Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as well El DeBarge, what's up, baby? Ain't nothin' but a party up in here, yeah See my fingernails done, baby Ah, watch how your pants feel damp, look out, girl