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yeah i feel ya I don't know what to say That's how it's going down? Woke up one mornin 'bout 6 o'clock Dick still smellin' like spit n cock Beeper vibratin' like a nympho sex toy It's time to collect, them hoes got they checks boy But on my way out the motel room the bitch said 'Dre, why must you go so soon'? Thinkin' about the night before and how she licked me I bounced back in so I could get me a quicky Dick hard as ten pounds of frozen neckbones I got my wreck on and got the heck on Droppin' a hoe off, you know I had to show off I burnt rubber and the bitch tried to go off But all I did was laugh, like she was a joke Hit the gas, and left her ass in smoke Strikin' in my Chevrolet you know I had to smash it Dippin' and dodgin', makin' my way through traffic Marily marily, marily marily i go, looked in the rearview, damn it's 5-0 Once again pullin' me over for the jack up Letras de cancionesIn my mirror I can see him callin' back up But I ain't goin' out like no sucka Put the pedal to the metal and smoked the mothafucka Stopped at the store on Sacramento and Tennessee Got a pack of zig-zags and a fifth of hennessy Percin' off the dank and the drank connection It's back to my mission nigga, bank collection Back to my mission Back to my mission Back to my mission Rollin' in my old school Lincoln, drinkin' Joint between my lips and dankin', sinkin' Deep in the seat, with the beat on the down-low But I ain't trippin' on the way it really sound though I got down ho, ready to hit the track And bring back fat stack of them greenbacks Hit the stroll but before i let her go I let her know, she's nothing but my ho 4 was the time on my wristwatch grabbed the phone, turned it on, cause i just got a motherfuckin' beep from a freak on another strip Get the hennessy and I take me another sip Call the bitch back and she's ready, to kick down What she made, from just gettin' dick down Bounce to the spot where my hoe does work See her in a skirt and a see-through shirt Pull her off the track and I don't say shit 'Cause all I wanna hear is that purse unzip Lookin' at the bitch with the pimpish grin Feelin like the mac as my hoe kicks in Let the bitch out, start unloadin' my cut Let the 15's slam and I'm fuckin em up They can't understand how I bounce my head Smokin' on a joint at a light that's red Niggas can't be me but they wish they could The light turned green and I hit the hood See my homeboy Don in a '74 The rollers got him jacked but they lettin' him go Catch up with him at the light Said 'what's up cuddie, party at tonight'? He said 'it's goin on playa at the afterdark and there's a house party bumpin in college park' Playa waved to my homie then I split from the scene It's back to my mission nigga, gettin' the green Back to my mission Back to my mission Late one night, I drove my Brome to the burger spot Stepped in all I saw was a herd of cock Went in my pocket, came out with the yack bottle Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow All I could smell was cock in the air And I can tell by they stare they was jockin' the playa Went to the counter ordered burger and milkshake The girl standin' behind me was thick with silk fake Hair that looked the real but she had looks to kill I Stepped back and gave the broad my spill Told her my name and she couldn't believe it Kept spittin' game til I peelt her weave back She recognized the playa and she knew I was major Gave her the number to my Pactel pager Snatched my grub, then I hopped in my town car And let them landstars slam, and pound hard Honked at the hutch when I cut from the scene Then it's back to my mission nigga gettin' the green Back to my mission Back to my mission (Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics) From Letras Mania