Traduction: Serv-sur M.. Sangle Up.
clothes and war thats hard as me [Mr. Serv-On] Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers Bitch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya Strap up my tennis
badges up off of they chest Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine Six months for getting caught up
ll be back with a fuckin army you tried to harm me [Bring me along G] Cause most muthafuckas try to act up without they're backup, when they get jacked up they crack up
's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that
goin drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clownin mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on
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 Tonas Tearing up
'm comin up, a hard day, serve We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up get him on the phone, hurry up
By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed Xzibit: See kids don't belong Up in grown
, 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
nigga this aint no daylife i love it murderin mothafuckas in the night and deuced up ready to make his mark underground target hooked up
s get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack Serve
cops Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that
motherfuckin pussy man.) Oh, I got ya, I got ya. [Mr. Serv-On] Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think
goin' drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke 'em with the Noodle Mr
birds, you might could get served You come with the doe, I come with the blow But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs Run up on
By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed, I came with the drank So here's five on the weed See kids don't belong Up in grown folks