[DJ Quik]
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Yes, MGD is the beer for me
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Ah, MGD is the beer for me (that's right)
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MGD is the brew for me (that's right)
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I'm the Q-to-the-U-to-the-I-to-the-K, okay?
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Each day I play my way, that's the fly way
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And I'm older than a motherfucker, but they still ask me
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for my ID, when I buy MGD, feel me?
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Cause I've got {?} in my family (uh-huh)
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And I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity (hmm)
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Plus I'm not living above my means (no) buying Rolexes and rings
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Flossing cars that I can't afford, lovin these bitches and whores
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You know, I never broke myself to see no ho
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Never did time, never took no pride in bein cruised
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Don't give a fuck about a pink slip, loose lips sink ships
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Hundred miles at least, when I sign a new lease
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I never, trick off my fanny with these bitches
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You got to be clever, gots to keep yo' mind on your riches
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And stop doin the things that keep you broke
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And keepin niggaz names in yo' mouth you shouldn'tve spoke, no doubt I'm dope
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In this game 8 years, some of my peers have moved on
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I procede to succeed, I stay within my zone
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I'm the baddest motherfucker, yet it's me that you despise
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Look within yourself and find out why you wear that dumb disguise
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[Chorus x2: DJ Quik]
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about
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[Playa Hamm]
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From the low bottoms, to the skies I got 'em open
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On the scrotum they blowin like it's chronic, high hopin
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The P never leaves, be conceivin 'em like intercourse
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Up in somethin, keep 'em cummin, Playa Hamm be the source
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of the force you now witness - and this is
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just, another stone in the succession of the nutties I bust
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The homies told me don't put no cut on it, keep it raw
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If you want 'em bangin, P clique swangin down the shore
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Tricks out here, tryin to make hits
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Instead of makin it hard hittin, and perpetratin frauds when they spittin
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The game is full of twisters and misters quick to do low
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Victims of vendettas and busters infraredders you know
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what type of forty it is, when in the presence
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of the G's, pushin P's, players we be the essence
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Fo' life, it's the JB and pimpin Carl
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When LTD we havin it all, no doubt
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[Chorus: Playa Hamm instead of DJ Quik]
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[Suga Free]
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Now I'ma tell ya STRAIGHT UP! One nigga planned on havin hands on
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messin with what I stand on, but trick you fin' ta get ATE UP!
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I, feel like {?} but this pimp ahead of me has {?}
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To within an inner trace of the mind, disintergrates her kind like battery acid
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You never got no money from a ho, or seen my {?} with some spokes
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{?} buddy be somethin broke, I'm a pimp but you don't know
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YOU BETTER STAND UP, now empty out your purse I told you
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GET OUT I don't trust yo' ass, now throw yo' hands up
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Take it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dump, haha
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Brrrrrrrrrt, dip, gimme my chips! HahahahahaHAAAAAAAAA! Witchcraft
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Now let me see what I can check you wit now
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Excuse me baby but, didn't I look you in yo' eyes and tell you what you was?
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Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp does
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Ho what you cain't see me wit it? Why? Probably cause
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I stay G'd up from the street up, and subject to make yo' trick go get it
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[Chorus: Suga Free]
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
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No doubt (no doubt) - somethin for ya mouth
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Now let my name {?} like some dookie in yo' mouth
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HAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHHH
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DJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin
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Playa Hamm, ohhh Bubba Brown
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Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as well
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El DeBarge what's up baby?
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Ain't nuttin but a party up in here, yeah
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See my fingernails done baby, ahh, watch how ya pants feel damp
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Look out girl
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No Doubt
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| DJ Quik |
