Fordítás: Mr. Serv-On. A Rich.
Gotti Gambino) [Mr. Serv-On] Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you fuck
how tah serve (word) turnt 16 i was at the corner curb..big knots in my dickie pants..had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain i'm off da chain
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
(Now I'm on my own) So don't you come knocking on my door Verse 3 : (Mr. Serv-On) Stay still, let me see the angle on that ass I'm whats happening
eye 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 the
why they started me, Ii??ll bring you to ya front door like you ordered me, back in this bitch but a lot more rich, on my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge
I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey
they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm broke And I used to get money from slingin the crack But since they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'
the Bahamas Rock on the dance floor to Din Dada 'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl sucking dick on video tape I like pussy, sucking on
in the bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape I like pussy, suckin' on
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
they all popped up on your album Manipulate your connects so they wanna see me on a curb But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 you'd get served
illest cherokee to ever slap a ho I drop four in your dough, your hard-on? Get it straight You can't fuck around on your best date Now what the deal? 1 - [mr
practice for my goddam sawed off That's how we handle shit, in my town Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round [mr. serv-on] Round and round
gonna try and stop This Gangsta rap is what they call it But I gots to come with the realness So all my folks can feel this -chorus- [mr. serv-on]
your life have you banged with the cliq hoe You and bitch freelo can suck on my dick It's 'Mr. Shadow' dumping rounds on these fuckas Said my named to
Money talks, my whomps, whomps, the ATM, don't play with him His money make the dikes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving
