Vertaling: De heer Serv-On. Mijn Verhaal.
that they talk with. [KLC] [Chorus x2] [Mr. Serv On] So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something This nigga KL got two daughters and he workin on
makes me rap my rolas and my music, stack my chips This is Shadow the crazy vato them fools want to battle Then they end up on the gravel when they act
A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine I get the cream on
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z, Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g, Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p, Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me. Snoop
short brotha, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly, front like Mr. Furley To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve
to the 9 the city of mine Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High So don't try using my name for your fame Mad 'cause a youngster got a lock on
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 many times And that
brotha, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly Front like mr. furley To this day, I still believe that no mc can serve me
my world, and now I'm allergic and on my knees and perverted Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of shit A log can feel my hands with mustard
attention please? Keith: on my way to jfk Announcer: final boarding for flight 655 at gate 14 Keith: I don't want of ya I'm on my way to lagaurdia I
Committee examined me. My lily-white body fascinated them. I was chosen. It was the happiest moment of my life. ENSEMBLE: Yes, yes, go on! Yes, yes, go on
interested in stuffing face in the rain, on a train, I should introduce you to my friend pain Not in the dark, not up a tree, Not on your fine china with
like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa'
[Mr. Ivan] This some true shit. [First Verse-B.G.] Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin' lights on
fuck this Do my won justice Do you really think I'ma sit here and trust this Fool in a robe that'll wanna put my ass on hold Serve me a bid and reprimand
