ROYAL T

ROYAL T - Servin' Fools lyrics

(feat. 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

[x4]

[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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