Still On A Mission

On the late mission for some a*s

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 mothaf*ckin dank

Oh let me think about with ***** I'm goin' f*ck

Or which ***** will straight be willing to suck

My d*ck real quick without saying sh*t

Cause I'm the ******* a*s n*gga from the Dogg Pound Clique

That nigga HD dogg is a mac

My n*gga 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 n*gga got drunk as f*ck

So now it's time for me to go and get my **** sucked

By a ***** I met the other day

Rollin' in the six tre down MLK

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 fu*k because I told you so, ha ha

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

Now it all comes back to me

Before I was an OG, I was a BG

Way back in eighty thrizzy

I'm puttin' it down on the eastside of L-B-Ceezy

21st is where we hung that night

And we squabbled any n*gga who wanted to fight (right)

And if a n*gga really wanted to trip

I got a nine with an extra clip on my hip

Get yo a*s off the block

Before I pop you with my Glock and take your sack of rocks

You I really gots no love for yo ass

So hurry up n*gga, move fast

Before I have second thoughts about breaking ya off

And half dead straight be killing 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?

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

You better watch yourself, when I'm slangin' these rhymes

I come up with the **** 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 getting paid

Like a looney n*gga with a gauge, on the front page

Of the papers, you caught the vapors

When you heard I pulled the capers and now I'm making papers

In 1994 **** a ho

My n*ggas on the road told me so and yo

That no n*gga try to see me, cause I'm a BG

Coming from the Eastside of L-B-Cizzy

And I'm a goddamn fool

A young ass BG way back coming from the old school

I don't mean to be this n*gga

And like I told you before, I'm still on a mission

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK

I'm still on a mission

And I'm mobbing like a mothaf*cka every day

I'm still on a mission

And I'm swerving my tre down MLK