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Royal T - Servin' Fools lyrics
f/ Big June [Royal T] Now if you wanna get served step up trick My homie Big June gots the fully automatic No static, unless you're ready to meet your maker Law breaker, put you in the front of the paper Hot lead, know be drench like my tail Khakis and Penitentaries on my back as I bail One deceased, peep as I creep Fools get put to sleep cause I roll hella deep 12 guage pointed out my window at your chest Buck shots cause murderin that fool made me stress Fool wit your girl, from hit hard Pullin cards, talkin like a G in a prison yard I back heat on a regular every night One tight, bailin as it bucks and come for more I'ma veterano from the old school And ever since I remember I been servin fools [Chorus 1] *Snoop Dogg Audio* When solo on that ass but it's still the same [Chorus 2] [Big June] San Diego is the place where I serve my cane [4x] [Big June] Now it's the capital B-I-G J-U-N-E, kicks down your door You slippin wit your grip, then I guess that's what I be gettin your for Bang to the mothafuckin boogie and then the bang I let my nuts swang, and then hit you with a bit of this Southeast slang Rollin by the four corners of death, I bangs a left Hearin myself inside the speakers, am I being flagged down by tweakers Dope inside a beaker, being cooked up by a chef Can't be fuckin around wit meth Police thinkin there's bad things on my breath Now as I step, you finish accumilatin hits by my brain I'm not insane, but I'll pick up the dice And have you breakin out the game Ain't no slippin, gotta keep the clip in When I'm dippin through these Diego streets It's manditory that I keeps heat, up under my seat Cause niggas wanna test my skills To see if I'm real, that nigga I killed If you slip, get your mothafuckin cap peeled Rap deals run on a daily basis Nigga don't trip, tie your mothafuckin shoe laces [Chorus 1 and 2] [Royal T] Well it's the R-O-Y-A to the L The hell I got to bail, some dope I got to sell Ready to drop shells hit the chevy hear it pop You drop and then I pass it to my homie Lil Flac No Chocolate joke I fade punks Don't make me go for the trunk Heard you tried to rap, you don't know I'm def to dumb A vet, I'm feelin them vatos and cholo I'm pressin the hammer, show you why I'm mafioso I'm goin solo, representin Diego 619 menace, I'm always slangin yayo Some in the streets, some of the homies cover the water Bringin a gang of pounds across the mexican border And givin it to my homies cause I roll wit all Eses' And I don't be slippin, I always gotta back my cuete So when you roll, don't roll alone Cause you might have might gat straight pointed at your dome Holmes, I got skills wit the trigger Yellin you're down wit the Eses', and then you say what's nigga I doubt you really wanna dual Cause I packed tools since High School That's why I'm steady servin fools [Chorus 1 and 2] |
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