Пераклад: Г-н Serv-On. Хто падняў мяне.
a lady who raised me Daddy was a gangsta who raised me Momma was a lady who raised me Who raised me, who raised me, who raised me. This fucked up society
me, as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I
the spirits mentioned on this record Hopefully this serves as motivation The never sayin' docon-sensation Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it Mama I know let me
because of his hunger This game is risky If a nigga slips six deep Will these niggaz really miss me Dead partners too soon All these niggaz flipping on me
we handle shit, in my town Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round [mr. serv-on] Round and round you go, Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka
swine dealin with me {what? what? } These shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze With raised triggas and cocked back with plans to fake figgas Who
Dogg, he's goin' federal Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me California livin', can't fuck with me Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on
everyone who raised me Thanks to my moms, and thanks to my pops And thanks to the youth rowdy on the roof top Who warned me of trouble so son, get the
to dump on sight Call me the sniper with mo' chips than Wesley Snipes Niggaz oppose me to get cracked like the pipe Born in the East, raised a G on
nothin' but the way them crestside streets raised me I'm shady, all my game make you trust me Players love me, haters dodge and duck me They hidin' while
come mob wit me We can be violent we broke Plus we smoke Blow on the best of dro It's Frisco Now who's the next to go? The calico would make a playa hater
federal Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me California livin', can't fuck with me Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on
ground. It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise
so we don't hate Slow Rollin' through the Yay As we raise fine art through the origin hip hop Undoubtedly Raising through the top to be fresh equals me
Hopefully this serves as motivation The never sayin? doc? kind of sensation Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it Mama I know, let me put lil' thamp on
along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with
who raised me Thanks to my moms, and thanks to my pops And thanks to the youth rowdy on the roof top Who warned me of trouble, so son get the bonus I
