Перевод: Г-н Serv-On. Что они делают.
crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me? [Mr. Serv-On] I got pimps lined
On my word plays Moving weight It's such a trap Move and weight You can't do that I know i'm dope man But I can't move crack And is such a fraction They
de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T. If I get one wish I'ma wish to die free They say gon' head, ball like Mrs. Ivory
problem I am ya docta You run an pop up you see a monsta And I am a mess, call me dash d cadet here to serve and protect Oh and do not forget I'll murder
can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
nobody serve it like I serve it Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggaz lookin' nervous [Chorus:] We do what we do This West Coast is voodoo on
m alive and on top again There's no obstacle that I can't conquer So come along with us (come on!) Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
t go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger Let us move on [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say? I see you out here
Talking mad shit, but they miss me, remenice me Because they used to talk head about my rhymes And when they heard me on the radio they request it till
in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on
on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech:] What's up man? [
in my pocket they jingle cuz they full of change and sometimes being broke make your father straight but i got a better grip on myself
way through [Verse 1:] I'm standing on this corner giving a fuck about one-time Got this serve on my mind ready to get my pay on this fuckin' grind
got bombs Twista (Drag-On) Twista (Drag-On) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood What do
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
back up on that ass with My hockey mask doin' it real smooth Movin' quater keys at speed Givin' them motherfuckers what they want I'm givin' 'em what they
be goin' on, it's phenomenon, like a new born Or a Stevie song, it be going on Do ya fell it, do ya feel it, do ya feel it? Do ya feel it, do ya feel
