Back 2 My Mission - Mac Dre

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

In 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