Still On a Mission

Lyrics

[Verse 1] On the late mission for some ass (Some ass) I had to pull over and get me some gas And some rubbers and some drank, oh let me count my bank To see if I can get some motherfuckin' dank Oh, let me think about with bitch I'm goin' fuck Or which bitch will straight be willin' to suck My dick real quick without sayin' shit 'Cause I'm the gangsta ass nigga from the Dogg Pound Clique That nigga H-D Dogg is a mac My nigga Snoop Dogg had five on the sack And I gots five, so that makes ten So we got a dime sack and a pint of gin (Well alright) And a nigga got drunk as fuck So now it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked By a bitch I met the other day Rollin' in the six-trey down M-L-K On the Eastside of the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H, but hold up, wait Let me elevate my game for this humble I gives a fuck because I told you so, haha [Hook] I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm swervin' my trey down M-L-K I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm swervin' my trey down M-L-K [Verse 2] Now it all comes back to me Before I was an O-G, I was a B-G Way back in eighty-thrizzy I'm puttin' it down on the eastside of L-B-Ceezy Twenty first is where we hung that night And we squabbled any nigga who wanted to fight (Right) And if a nigga really wanted to trip I got a nine wit' a extra clip on my hip Get yo ass off the block Before I pop you wit' my Glock and take your sack of rocks You know I really gots no love for yo' ass So hurry up nigga, move fast Before I have second thoughts about breakin' ya off And Half Dead straight be killin' you soft And I be sure to break you off proper I beat yo' ass down and bend you like some copper You know why? [Hook] 'Cause I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my tre down M-L-K I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my trey down M-L-K [Verse 3] You better watch yourself, when I'm slangin' these rhymes I come up with the dope shit and the funky lines Real fast, I blast and take yo' cash So hurry up and move that ass and dash To the stage, I'm gettin' paid Like a looney nigga wit' a gauge, on the front page Of the papers, you caught the vapors When you heard I pulled the capers and now I'm makin' papers In 1994, fuck a hoe My niggas on the road told me so and yo That no nigga try to see me, 'cause I'm a B-G Comin' from the Eastside of L-B-Cizzy And I'm a goddamn fool A young ass B-G way back comin' from the old school And I don't mean to be this nigga And like I told you before, I'm still on a mission [Hook] I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my tre down M-L-K I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my trey down M-L-K I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my tre down M-L-K I'm still on a mission And I'm mobbin' like a motherfucker every day I'm still on a mission And I'm rollin' my trey down M-L-K