SERVIN UNDERGROUND

(808 Pimp, Phatboy, Lil Jay)

(Spoken intro)
< 808 Pimp>
Time ta get the money
Who got sumptin?
Frontin, wylin, bodies multiplyin
People dyin
No crime sign
I’m still ridin
63 style
Who wild
New Style
FBI file
Gotta make me smile
smile smile smile
<Phatboy>
Shinin, reclinin
Southside stylin
Slidin
Sho you ridin
Foe them Benji’s
Brand new fifties
Green stickies
And you know that I got that bomb ass hemp beat
But it ain’t that love from Cali
So where you be from?
I be from the bottom bouyyy
And this ain’t no booty music
So why don’t you just choose it
Lyrical Fusion
<Lil Jay>
One of the dirtiest MC’s
Slimy South Representer
Dare to enter my domain
Can you feel the pain?
<Chorus><808 Pimp>
Come and get some
Cause I’m servin underground why don’t cha get done
From the ear piercin sound of the shotgun
What chu got son?
Cause I got some
L.F. M.O.B like a clown car
Fifty niggas hoppin out the Datsun
Bout to pop sumptin
Oh shit make a dip
Here the cops come
<Phatboy>
Hahm bra hahm bra
Providing that you came with even a fraction of a frame of mind
Images of back in the time
When your physical came to shine
Focus in on your inner mind’s eye
Look into the sky you find that you wanted to fly
25 Past lives flow by
Your center of attention is mine
Bringing your birth vision into this dimension
Is our basic humanistic mission
What you do from there is your decision
Livin is what you’ve been givin
Do it to the fullest
Pullit
When ya down don’t frown
Come up when its time to get up
Be true to your crew and always stay down
But now it’s time to concentrate
On the future and the present
No stressin
Because coincidences occur synchronistically
But your whole life remains a mystery
So come and get some come and get some get, get some
<808 Pimp>
Click clack
Pull back the shaft
Watch 38 slugs hit yo punk ass get blast
Cashed ass
A resin hit
Lungs get the task
Black mask home invasion for that green cash
Quick dash
Hide in the temple during mass
A tech nine in my trench for insurance
Sticky incidents tight predicaments leavin no evidence
Dead presidents in my clinch
It’s a cinch
When you got the RPG
Rocket wit the heat seaking instruments
What chu want now?
L.F. with the phat verbs for the throw down
Betta slow down
Cop the forty for the pow wow
Come and get some
<Lil Jay>
I’m screamin bloody murder
Uncontrollable sounds you never heard of
I’d love to bury your family just for fuckin wit me one time
Watch me kick this raw rhyme.
My mental mind is sick
Always thinkin some suicide shit
So its hard for me to trust any bitch
I know a lot of muthafuckas who’d love to switch
Stab you in the back
Whut up wit all that
Is it skills you lack?
Or versatility
I’m fuckin up your mentality
Causin crazy casualties
On a murderin spree
Just one of the realest MCS
Yo check it, we servin the underground so come and get some.
<Chorus><808 Pimp>
Come and get some
Cause I’m servin underground why don’t cha get done
From the ear piercin sound of the shotgun
What chu got son?
Cause I got some
L.F. M.O.B like a clown car
Fifty niggas hoppin out the Datsun
Bout to pop sumptin
Oh shit watch out here the cops come
(filthy from the ground on up)
<Lil Jay>
Lock like pit jaws
Cut like chain saws
I’m feelin hardcore
Let me fuck you raw
Cock back my shotgun explosion
Rollin in my Range Rovin
With a fat knot in my pocket
Screamin you can’t stop it
Tryna knock the prophet
Hit you with ten thousand volts of electric shock bitch
Money makin tryna get rich
But ain’t all this some shit?
Think about it bitch
<Chorus ride out>