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mc breed – no chaser lyrics

now if you thought that was fat…
wait until you get a load of this sh-t right here
you know what i’m sayin?
i’m on a whole other level

man, ain’t this a m-th-f-cka
(that’s hennessy)
b-tch, dontcha – this sh-t weaker than a m-th-f-cka
if you don’t get down right…
man, i’ma beat this m-th-f-cka’s -ss
i don’t want no c-ke in my sh-t, b-tch

i like my sh-t straight, no chaser

[verse 1: mc breed]
hey, i walk off in the club with two dubs off in my socks
straight to the bar, order up a double on the rocks
(why you drinkin, honey?) sh-t, what you got?
(i got hennessy, tanqueray…) it’s a gang of us, we need a lot
i’m tweakin, hopin n-body’s reachin for my weapon
cause for me, i keeps it on cue, dog, i’m steppin
with smith & wesson, even when i’m drunk i’m givin lessons
and please no questions, it’s just a part of my profession
i’m feelin twisted, the whole room starts shiftin
this double shot really got your n-gg- lifted
and you know breed, i be all about the weed smoke
tang or boo-boo no juice, hen no c-ke
and hoes start to provoke you to buy a drink
(man, what’s this?) sh-t, now what the f-ck you think?
now you’re either drinkin with me or you’re not
(bam-bam, what we drinkin?) a double-shot
b-tch

i like my sh-t straight, no chaser

what the f-ck y’all trippin on?
you don’t i like no m-th-f-ckin c-ke in my sh-t
what?
i ain’t…about no m-th-f-ckin drink
you out your mind

[verse 2: mc breed]
now tonight i think i’ll have shot of b-mpy face
(okay baby, what else?) heineken for the chase
(okay) or better yet (what?) since me and my n-gg-s stay paid
(ah-ha) we’ll have a couple of of bottles of blue for dollar day
(oh okay) i smokes mo’ endo than you could grow
and i drink more drink that they could sell at the sto’
woah! (what’s this?) hoe’s sippin on moe
(hey baby, what y’all drinkin?) a double shot to the flo’
i tips the waitress before i go, so she remembers me
i’ll have no c-ke off in my hennessy

i like my sh-t straight, no chaser

[verse 3: jazze pha]
d-r-u-n to the k
jazze pha sip the alizé anday
[burping] drunk as a f-ck pervin
straight swervin in my ’94 suburban
all of a sudden i drop the bomb
hit the dank, now i’m gone
what the f-ck you drinkin?
(straight tanqueray, n-gg-, why?) it’s got me thinkin
(that m-th-f-cka breath is just so) stinkin
(old broke–ss m-th-f-cka) i might not be rich
but i gets drunker than a fat b-tch
(oh, so you tell me that you sip on a colt 45 straight)
all anday, sat-rday (sunday?) one way
(straight up on the rocks, no chase)

- mc breed lyrics

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