Translation: Mr. Serv-On. We Got It.
(feat. Big Ed, Magic, Fiend) [Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!
m the shit Is it too late to tell ya'll to suck my dick (Talking) Bitch I do it too late for what I want it I need it If I need it I got it Cause this
the young trend setting musician I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T.
've got, I've got a woman named Wilma Well, I've got, I've got a baby named Pebbles Well, I've got, I've got a doggy named Dino We do a little bowling
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
them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll neva learn Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm When I'm on ah mission for my setty
on the ground, lay down Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop Letting off
lips be It seems to be at night Sorry to say lil mama I'm call it a night You can call whoever we can get it poppin tonight Skinny jeans on but I'm still
millions have bought it An underground sound, not liked by radio You hear it in the cars and at the disco On the airwaves, we misbehave We're too bold
, cock it or keep stepping Come on, feel the breeze What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs Critical
nobody serve it like I serve it Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggaz lookin' nervous [Chorus:] We do what we do This West Coast is voodoo on
we gon? fight We gon? charge, we gon? stomp, we gon? march through the swamp We gon? mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors Come on
say it whenever you sayin it, just remember How you said it when you were sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Second verse, it gets worse, it
war We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin Sit back and got his dick sucked all day Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in office
go to war, Why can't we kick it and just get em on, And in the famous words of Mr. King ?Why can't we all just get along?, Or we can find a better way
it I pray for justice when we go to court Wish it was all good so the country never even went to war Why can't we kick it and just get em on And in
and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on