ServingMED, Blu, & Madlib

[Intro: Blu]
How the fuck you sound?
Uh, ay yo, servin'
S-Servin'
Servin'
Yeah, servin'

[Verse 1: Blu]
Ay yo, whether or not it's not pushin' blow
Cushions of kush and dro
Servin's what we do most
Certainly on the coast
Novelty with it
Niggas is lottery numbers
Balling is constantly [?]
In and out of the slump
Gotta keep my hustling steady
In and out of the summer
You niggas messy, spaghetti
We in and out like the burger
Servin' them 24/7, seven eleven we servin'
9 to 5 is my motto
Red Davis, we working
Red Daytons, playa
Picture that petal pedaling through you
With the spinners reflecting off of the puddles in the sewer
See, that clack don't move
Bring them fiends right to you
With that smile on surface
Like I never knew a cooler nigga

[Chorus: Blu + MED]
Servin'
Windows tinted leanin' with the [?]
Ay yo, servin'
Bossing on them [?] when the [?]
Ay yo, servin'
Cleanin' up them curbs when they shootin' (servin')
Kill 'em when that instrumental kick in (servin')
Big wheel, gleam how I lean on 'em (servin')
Pull up on the scene with the beat ballin' (servin')
50 in my jeans, with the fiends callin' (servin')
Hittin' when that instrumental raw knock

[Verse 2: MED]
24/7 heavyweights
City or state to state
Fetti, base, beating or whippin' right out the Super 8
You kiddin', my nigga, we're the [?]
Loop breaks, praise him, your savior behind shades
Coolin', bruisin' crews, mommy on the (uh)
Catch a body when I cock, like a shotty, die in love, hun
No offense, be bummy, resent
Blow me a [?], prob'ly pop in 2Pacalypse, swervin'
Third finger flip the bird, kilo you get served, herb
Either/or let it burn, word
Malt liquor slang, slurred chorus from the blur
Picture tryna get rent 'fore the first
Nigga, flourish what you heard about
Earn amount or nothing for your bank account
Grind like the brakes is out
Three kings, bow to your royalty [?]
Fresh rap in a foil for fiends, nigga

[Chorus]
Servin'
Windows tinted leanin' with the central tracks
Ay yo, servin'
Bossing on them [?] when the [?]
Ay yo, servin'
Cleanin' up them curbs when they shootin' (servin')
Kill 'em when that instrumental kick in (servin')
Big wheel, gleam how I lean on 'em (servin')
Pull up on the scene with the beat ballin' (servin')
50 in my jeans, with the fiends calling (servin')
Hittin' when that instrumental raw knock

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I spliff herbs and get served
It's the word about these picture perfect
I piss on curbs, like I'm freaking nervous
I'm just a pervert, looking at a bitch that's lickin' sherbet
Sorbet, metropolitan, smoke and drink
Marys get married to Cosmopolitans
Bottled it, it's [?] I go in like a gentleman
Headed to an optometry
To see if I'm a simple man
With bigger plans, no kiddie land
My headspace shorter than Mini-Me
I'm the titty man, hand me some titties, man
I got titty hands, countin' paper like a busy man with like 50 grand
I got opportunity, I see
Sick with a disease, nigga catching your decease
Rest in peace, nigga, please no resurrection
I'll accept it If I'm included
In the will written on your fuckin' death bed
That's well said, and heaven said it
And it all began at a city college, eleven credits (yeah)

[Chorus]
Servin'
Windows tinted leanin' with the central tracks
Ay yo, servin'
Bossing on them [?] when the [?]
Ay yo, servin'
Cleanin' up them curbs when they shootin' (servin')
Kill 'em when that instrumental kick