Traduction: Serv-sur M.. My Homies.
will I see my friends as the time go I could never When will I see my friends in this time lord I need some When will I see my friends [Mr. Serv-On:]
, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie Once again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin' through the avenues Dogder blue, homie
gang [Flesh] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad [Dr. Dre] And I can pull any string Don't have to prove anything Catch a contract on your head You headed
been waitin' on this moment My sermon is like an omen I'm serving I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open and I jumped through it My shit if you don
from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But i'
it's time to blast they ass Shhh...Mr. Knighton take off your hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scopin, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on
come 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 N9ne:] What's
and it hurts to live life on ya knees so God please have a lil mercy on my soul What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold The outcome of these
(Intro: Xzibit) Mr. X to the Z (who am I?) M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?) X to the to-the-to-the Z M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo) M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to
Til myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on
Its Gone Boy First Come First Serve, Fuck What You Heard Im Peacin Out My Back Till I Come Out On The Curb Blow The Smoke Out My Nose, Pimpin On These
with it Now you got a roommate My homie served ten years It's too late for him to be treated equally Too late for him to make it out the hood legally Ridin around doing my
me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage Off in the rag, gettin' my serve on
my business cause it's work before play Don't look for trouble but I'll serve you gourmet However you want it, you can have it your way You fuck my night
in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn
hours to see him in jail and I Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick and I Wish my homies
