MC Breed - No Chaser Lyrics

(feat. Jazze Pha)

Now if you thought that was fat...
Wait until you get a load of this shit right here
You know what I'm sayin?
I'm on a whole other level

Man, ain't this a muthaf*cka
(That's Hennessy)
Bitch, dontcha - this shit weaker than a muthaf*cka
If you don't get down right...
Man, I'ma beat this muthaf*cka's ass
I don't want no Coke in my shit, bitch

I like my shit 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?) shit, what you got?
(I got Hennessy, Tanqueray...) it's a gang of us, we need a lot
I'm tweakin, hopin nobody'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 nigga lifted
And you know Breed, I be all about the weed smoke
Tang or Boo-Boo no juice, Hen no Coke
And hoes start to provoke you to buy a drink
(Man, what's this?) shit, 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
Bitch

I like my shit straight, no chaser

What the f*ck y'all trippin on?
You don't I like no muthaf*ckin Coke in my shit
What?
I ain't...about no muthaf*ckin drink
You out your mind

[VERSE 2: MC Breed]
Now tonight I think I'll have shot of Bumpy Face
(Okay baby, what else?) Heineken for the chase
(Okay) or better yet (what?) since me and my niggas 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 Coke off in my Hennessy

I like my shit 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, nigga, why?) it's got me thinkin
(That muthaf*cka breath is just so) stinkin
(Old broke-ass muthaf*cka) I might not be rich
But I gets drunker than a fat bitch
(Oh, so you tell me that you sip on a Colt 45 straight)
All anday, Saturday (Sunday?) one way
(Straight up on the rocks, no chase)