Tradução: Mr. Serv-On. No Es Lo Mismo.
be all right We aint the same, fuck you, you know the game [Mo B. Dick] We aint the same, cause my mind is somewhere else We aint the same, aint the same [Serv-On
I think and I choke on how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny when I ain't
on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
happen before, and it could happen again You on a block mine on your own and then you let by your friends Cuz they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride
niglette! What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig' Jr.?" (THE GAME AIN'T CHANGED!) It just got harder Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot Carter Brownsville (YEP!) We
ll tell you the same Who's to blame...I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna rock
Mr Dr. Dre Like I said, niggas can't FUCK with this (What?) And niggas can't FUCK with that shit that I drop cos ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven
solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your
the falcons on the hood Mr. Mr. Westside Yeah you know they in my hood [Chorus] [C-Rod:] Ain't no Telling where i'm goin', once i'm steppin' out, singin' on
our law. Hear, hear?" "Come on, come on keep it moving here. What's your name boy?" "Abu Cah" "Well it ain't now; it's Tom Lynch." Mirror, mirror what
ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we
drama that reside in the mind of those livin outside of my stateline Let em know we all the same kind with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which
to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinkin' that we ain?t loyal If we don?t serve our own country, we?re patronizin
here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time Gettin' lok the lower my game is to Smoke or to get smoked I'm still lil' slim no I ain't gone change I'm showin
[Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [4Xs] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'! I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank
the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed We ride wit
falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on
