Превод: Господин Серв-У. Мој Хомиес.
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:]
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
me 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
on his badge like some captain crunch APB out on the juggalo and me ICP and 3 insane search through the 313 You can't protect or serve me Matter of fact
you can 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:] What
face Your my homie, my one and only, your my homie, my one and only [Hook:] I'll ride for u homie, I'll cry for u homie, I'll die for u homie [4x] You been my homie
fuck all that drama I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid [J.T. The Bigga Figga] Come on, ease on down, ease on down This funky tack the Fast One done layed down Sipping on
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 wouldn
in the streets Remininsin' younger days Over gangsta ass beats And I hit the weed 'Til my eye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve
's time to blast they ass Shh, 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
Mr. X to the Z (Who am I?) M-m-mr. X (Who am I?) X to the to the, to the Z M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Yeah, yo) M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z So it's one fifteen
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
