Still On A Mission
 作曲 : Lil' 1/2 Dead/Russell Bates III
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