Servin' Fools (feat. Big June)

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 gauge 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'm a veterano from the old school

And ever since I remember I been servin' fools

*Snoop Dogg Audio*

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same

San Diego is the place where I serve my cane

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' you 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 mandatory that I keeps heat, up under my seat

'Cause **** wanna test my skills

To see if I'm real, that **** I killed

If you slip, get your mothafuckin' cap peeled

Rap deals run on a daily basis

****, don't trip, tie your mothafuckin' shoe laces

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, ****

I doubt you really wanna dual

'Cause I packed tools since high school

That's why I'm steady servin' fools