Letras:
Mr Serv On Hit The Block

Chorus] You don't know when I hit your block I hit right You don't know when I hit your block, aight You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right

to get down for the crime, Swig on some wine, Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, Gotta buck em on down if they come back

south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin

why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up in

her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on block

like Matlock Come up on your block then clean your ass up like Dr. Spot Freestylin on the mic and in the go Freestylin on the mic so let it flow Freestylin on

can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer

I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't

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