Still On A Mission - Lil' 1/2 Dead

On the late mission for 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 mothafuckin dank

Oh let me think about with bitch I’m goin' fuck

Or which bitch will straight be willing to suck

My dick real quick without saying shit

Cause I’m the gangsta ass nigga from the Dogg Pound Clique

That nigga HD 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 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 fuck because I told you so, ha ha

I’m still on a mission

And I’m mobbing like a mothafucka 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 mothafucka 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 nigga who wanted to fight (right)

And if a nigga really wanted to trip

I got a nine with an extra clip on my hip

Get yo ass 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 nigga, 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 mothafucka 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 mothafucka 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 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 getting paid

Like a looney nigga 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 fuck a ho

My niggas on the road told me so and yo

That no nigga 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 nigga

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

I’m still on a mission

And I’m mobbing like a mothafucka 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 mothafucka 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 mothafucka 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 mothafucka every day

I’m still on a mission

And I’m swerving my tre down MLK