Mausberg, Playa Hamm, DJ Quik - Ain't No Doubt lyrics

Now if you're pimpin' and you
Know it clap your hands
If you're pimpin' and you know
It clap your hands
Now if you're pimpin' and you
Know it clap your hands
If you're pimpin' and you know
It clap your hands

Now the spot is poppin', it's time to blaze
Everybody's takin' one to the head
Like in the old days
Me and Mausbeezy keepin' heat to yo' neck
Bank on a chin check if
You ain't comin' correct
Now, I'm not the violent type, but I will
Push what I push to keep my cup filled
Mr quik and P-Clique with big deals to fold
Long dick
The wrong niggas to be keepin' on hold
So fuck what ya thought and
I won't curse many
I only do to get my point across if any
The good-n-plenty got me dealin'
With the bad sometimes
Lookin' forward to what I never had sometimes
Now I gotta get a game up
Only when I see fit
Cause a grip of niggas didn't
Wanna see me with shit
But, I can't stop, won't stop, don't know how
The things that I'm wantin' for
My seed won't allow me
To slow my role, but I do relax
Got a hunnie with bomb poo'
Big giddies and back
I'm on the road with macks
Prone to mack for the most
Standout from the crowd everywhere we post
I be the host when the players
Ball at the mack affair
And if you're real with the
Izm I'ma see you there
Anybody lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
Hate the P but you gotta
Love the way we grind

Ain't no doubt, that's what it's about
The paper, pull a caper
Get a drape and we out
Gotta keep it like we wanna
Ain't no need to explain
And it's your fault baby if
It's causin' you pain

Puffin' on a Black & Mild
With a bottle and neck tall
Imperi-al, intoxicated so you feel me now
Some player shit for my niggas and bitches
A trademark for my riders on them switches
Clap your hands if you pimpin' and know it
And if you got some herb dogg
Roll it and blow it
The West Coast is the home of pimps
Players and G's
And if you down, with The Realest, follow me
To the land where them riders dwell
Can I get that pound-pound?
Who be the realest? Mausberg and Playa Hamm
Damn we be the bomb, as well as the shit
And niggas can't knock my grind
When I'm rollin' with Quik
I push the Dip with the Da
Dogg I'm way too suave
To let a broad interfere my chips, nah nah
You doin' three much
My shit is in Swiss and can't be touched
Buck the federal and watch them eat you out
Take yo' ass on journey, ain't no learnin' me
I'm from the streets and if you gettin'
Too nosey it's gon' hurts me
Gotta cut you loose
Baby but not with the boot
I'll leave yo' ass on the curb with
Fifty cent for the phone booth
I got that game from the PPC
I let it soak 'cause I was
Knowin' Playa Hamm was a G
1999 is my time to shine
And you gotta love the way me
And my whole click grind

Ain't no doubt, that's what it's about
The paper, pull a caper
Get a drape and we out
Gotta keep it like we wanna
Ain't no need to explain
And it's your fault baby if
It's causin' you pain

Now let me holler at you hoes
Who keep blowin' me up
Cause you see me in the
E-Class throwin' P's up
Don't wonder was it mine
You gon' see me in it do it matter to you
If I bought it or I rented? So now I'm
Livin' kinda splendid from your view
And stayin' out of trouble ain't
So easy to do
Cause you wanna ride D and you got that ace
That make it hard for a playa like me to pace
Still I must though, trust no
Though you be sayin' all you wanna do is be
My toy when I'm playin'
And you won't tell, if I won't tell
So now you wanna sin, if I got the cell
Well baby, before you carry this too far
Do you want me or do you wanna "Fuck My Car"
Now I ain't Too $hort and I ain't too rich
And I ain't too fly to break
A hoe and make change
Now which, way do I go, when I'm lowin'
You'll probably see me later if
You didn't see me blowin'
Chron' with ghetto dons
Hittin' switches on gold
With Platinum on the walls
More young bitches to mold
No offense, but if I, do offend you
I don't apologize and I don't pretend to
Be possessin' nothin' more than
Finessin' when I'm flowin'
Fuck the critics and the politics
Oh you ain't knowin'?

Ain't no doubt, that's what it's about
The paper, pull a caper
Get a drape and we out
Gotta keep it like we wanna
Ain't no need to explain
And it's your fault baby if
It's causin' you pain