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esham - servin' (original mix) lyrics

[intro]
baby, baby, baby (servin’)
oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, you got me (servin’)

[verse 1]
i’ma rock this one for the people with no jobs
and the welfare mamas who be sellin’ debit cards
go to church next sunday ’cause you stressin’ kinda hard
make you throw up both your hands and scream out loud
“oh my god”
lord, have mercy, let the preacher bless and pray for me
and i refute you, satan, please stay away from me
get your paper up, cake it up, and save it up
i can’t give it up until i get a billion bucks
as the sun goes down and my top still dropped
but it really don’t matter ‘causе my glock stay c+cked
you can say what you want, and i still won’t stop
i’ma keep on going ’til i get to the top
[chorus]
oh, baby, baby, baby (’tis thе season to be servin’)
oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, you got me, oh

[verse 2]
you got me working day and night just to try to get it right
it don’t even matter in darkness when you see the light
slanging the white with the heavenly insight
serpents quick to fill you with they venom with one bite
it could all come to an end in one night
you could die in a plane flight or a gunfight
flap my wings and fly away ’cause i don’t wanna die today
angels falling from above, the whole sky is gray
as the sun goes down and a new day begins
i’ma keep getting paper ’til my last days when
i can’t get no more, i just keep swervin’
it’s the season to be servin’

[chorus]
oh, baby, baby, baby (’tis the season to be servin’)
oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, you got me, oh

[verse 3]
i’ma rock this one for the people of iraq
and the soldiers from america that’s never coming back
and the little coke babies who be born and hooked on crack
all the ghettos of america is struggling with that
lord have mercy let the angels come and take me home
if you forgot to say goodbye, then it’s too late, i’m gone
so if you wanna go to heaven, what you waitin’ on?
close your eyes and pray to god and keep your faith as strong
as the sun starts setting, countdown to armageddon
when the flames start rising from h+ll, i won’t be sweatin’
you can say what you want, but i know you’re bettin’
that you got a seat right next to god up in heaven
[chorus]
oh, baby, baby, baby (’tis the season to be servin’)
oh, baby, baby, baby, ooh, you got me, oh

[verse 4]
i’ma rock this one for the rappers with no deals
and the workers at mcdonald’s who be servin’ happy meals
watch the ballers ride by floatin’ spinners on they wheels
when the only thing that really matters is how you feel
when you wake up in the morning and the sun start to rise
splashin’ water on my face and get the sleep out my eyes
every day i’m alive, i’ma strive for the best
and stay positive and settle for no less
than perfection, especially when i’m diggin’ through your section
you can be my angel, and i’ll be your protection
no question, players passin’ paper, interception
that caused the quarterback [?] no deception

[outro]
this my reflection
oh, baby, baby, baby
to our connection
ooh, you got me (servin’)
oh, baby, baby, baby
ooh, you got me (servin’)
oh (’tis the season to be to servin’)

- esham lyrics

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