Servin’ (Original Mix) Esham

[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 cocked
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'