Traduction: Serv-sur M.. Head \u0026amp; Shoulders.
[Chorus x2] [Mr. Serv-On] Hit the bar I'm your star Mr. serve alazay With the chrome keg, so how you play Six hundred on them things in the parking
I ran into recently the muthafuckas at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches should've pulled the fuckin trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless ass nigga ?Mr
own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we
and lord It good from head to ground Next candidate me see wh fit Fi wear mi crown And such tender smiles amaze me The way that she looks Sunday night She should
m makin 300 on my SAT and I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to fo'head of niggaz tryin to serve us To graduate
3 Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom Ahhh, bend over, bend over Indeed I am Flossy like gangsta shit I got pounds of weed and keys Sittin' on G's Catch a breeze When I ride by high Sittin' on
(Feat. The Dove Shack) [G Child] Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back And Mr. President you're not chillin
Mr. Right on time Or stay Miss another chance, man Re-direct it at the girls Not an ultimatum Just an option in this world But things come and go When the clocks never stop Be on
, we gon? stomp, we gon? march through the swamp We gon? mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors Come on All the people up top, on the
down serving me up. seed weasle goes pop when the pipes lit up. when now ur ache same old thing, pillow case all bloody with my head on sting. im aggravated
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
should never try The reason certified is mr. nice with the wise guys These crews stress, fully on a quest To be recognised, put up on a level next to
fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick, I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head your flow sick, my shit dead
head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head and they keep callin' me I hear voices in my head
to do. But tru is the way of life nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p, c-murder, mister silkk the shocker. First family, mr. serv-on
or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit
ran into recently The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches should've pulled the fuckin' trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass, nigga Mr
