Tulkojums: Mr Serv-On. Mums nav tas pats.
be all right We aint the same, fuck you, you know the game [Mo B. Dick] We aint the same, cause my mind is somewhere else We aint the same, aint the same [Serv-On
to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinkin' that we ain?t loyal If we don?t serve our own country, we?re patronizin
here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time Gettin' lok the lower my game is to Smoke or to get smoked I'm still lil' slim no I ain't gone change I'm showin
[Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [4Xs] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'! I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank
the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed We ride wit
falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on
law, hear, hear Come on, come on keep it moving here, what's your name boy? Abu Cah, well it ain't now, it's Tom Lynch Mirror, mirror what you see?
Wessun We got you now we're lookin' for your partner 'Cause you're messin' with the incomin' currency And frankly we don't give a fuck about your privacy We
wit my friends) 'Til the end, 'til the day we burn pens Ain't no mystery we need victory The system conspired, the days of the riots ain't retired But
J Whenever and ever We want you, I need you (I need hip hop) Whenever and ever We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip hop) Yeah, ain't
' if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on
ain't learning shit, except this Sex power & wealth, fuck everything else You can see the whole city burning the cops got uzis & the dealers keep serving & your kids ain't
Well, it's the M I crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear
tell you the same Who's to blame? I don't really know But my game's so tight, I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go, here, here we go I'm gonna rock
ll tell you the same Who's to blame I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go here, here we go I'm gonna rock
(ace is wild!) you know that ain't my style (ace is wild!) you know I'm just cooling (ace is wild!) and also I'm ruling (ace is wild!) I ain't messing
Still ain't finish fuckin busting (master p) Won't leave no witneses to talk about it Mr. serv-on got life insurance And I'm bout it bout it (mia x) Now don't
