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
Traduzione: Mr. Serv-On. Colpite il blocco.
many ways I'm off the block, I'm sizzlin' hot, so hot so many days Serv-On with 6 shot, with Fiend, ya popped now We got it on lockdown, we never gon
So load up until you caught and the A.K. When a Glock hittin' the dark homies hittin' me up Now it's on for the muthafuckin' chicken bucks Hit the corner where a ??? serve
a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and
the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire
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
with your? on But pink panther snoopy's on I just put all my jewelry on My diamonds, my rubies on Shining off the light, it looks like a got a cuggi Roof on
a Chorus (2x) (Mr. Serv On) Now Ke'Noe religious ass lay this fire ass motherfucking track oughta spare ride on you motherfuckers (ride) But I got
hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What niggas might do to put they hands on some
again now you got to buy sum mo now you got to up yo price cause you done fucked up yo dope hit the block make that bread serve em to the mornin mayn
come runnin out his neck I'm tryin to stack a grip so dont let me hit this dank Cus if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang
A-Ski] Yea This nice guy role's been a God damn cover up [ugh] We ride on yo block wit the Mac Hit a nigga up [huh] God damn it! It's Northern Califoolya
to make it on these streets [Chorus] [Dolliolie] I'm tryin to make it [Spade] I'm a soldier tryin to make it on these streets [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] It
in my face I'm ready to catch a case on you fools So bring it on if you wanna try yo luck On this young buck, Run up, And i'll serve ya like a sprung
hanging on the block Keep product in my socks ready to rock Open up shop cause it all good (all good) Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the
how I slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love that [Mr. Serv-On] I'm a G to the A to
drops She's in my face with thongs, chewin lollipops I'll hit that butt on the low, just like Monica Play three tunes and let her blow on my harmonica
