They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr
, puttin' in work something terrible So before you mention to step to me You better get up on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. Flamboyant Killin
on 'em, drop the weight on 'em The more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect Never hit the streets without the ice on
the Bahamas Rock on the dance floor to Din Dada 'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl sucking dick on video tape I like pussy, sucking on
life and times of the infamous Mrs. Leslie Widow of a nasty man who left her a life of plenty Dining on the lawn outside her majesty's garden window Serving
aware of what's in store... We've served them on the Baltic And the Oceanic, Olympic and Majestic And today's the same There's nothing changed... Mr
not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise sweet chastity. I'd like to introduce my friend, my musical director and accompanist, mr. paul trueblood. please, come on
dope on the motherfucking table The feds mad 'cause we the number one rap label No Limit records made history in this bitch And it's a myth on how ghetto
so, I stay on my toes On the low from po-po, so fuck the ho lice 'Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat And I know power respect that so, 'Serve and
tah serve (word) turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter bird... big knots in my dickie pants... Had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain 'm off da
that power only lies in the hands of the beholder so then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier moving so militant, you think I had a chip on
down on that dope slingin, I'm broke And I used to get money from slingin the crack But since they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked I used
I give ?em blues, tattoo's on who to choose Quitters never win and I don't plan to lose I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books Been a crook Califoolya
like that, puttin' in work something terrible So before you mention to step to me You better get up on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-
pages of this fool shit I dreaming I got a mansion up in my pool lit Drunk, which I'm cool wit Bitches and techs on the deck Hoes serving up champaigne
whomps, whomps The ATM, don't play with him, his money make the dikes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving
man), nigga [Jermaine Dupri:] I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve
Til myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on
