Servin’ Fools

Lyrics

[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 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 [Chorus 1] *Snoop Dogg Audio* Went 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' 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 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, 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]