Back 2 My Mission Songtext
von Mac Dre

Damn
Man I tell ya
I don′t know what to say
South going down

Woke up one morning 'bout 6 o′clock

Dick still smelling like spit and cock

Beeper vibrating like a nympho sex toy
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?"

Thinking about the night before and how she licked me
I bounce back in so I can get me a quickie

Dick hard as ten pounds of frozen neck bones
I got my wreck on and got the heck on
Dropping 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


Striking in my Chevrolet you know I had to smash it
Dipping and dodging, making my way through traffic
Merrily merrily, merrily merrily I go
Looked in the rear view, damn it's 5-0
Once again pulling me over for the jack up

In the mirror I can see him calling back up
But I ain't going out like no sucker
Put the pedal to the metal and smoke the motherfucker
Stop at the store on Sacramento and Tennessee
Got a pack of zig-zags and a fifth of Hennessy
Perking 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
Back to my mission

Rolling in my old school Lincoln drinking
Joint between my lips and I′m danking
Sinking deep in the seat with the beat on the down low
But I ain't tripping on the way it really sound though
I got a down hoe ready to hit the track
And bring back fat stacks of them greenbacks
Hit the store but before I let her go


I let her know she′s nothing but my hoe
4 Was the time on my wristwatch
Grab my phone turn it on cause I just got a motherfucking beep
From a freak on another strip
Get the Hennessy then I take me another sip

Call the bitch back and she's ready to kick down
What she made from just getting dicked down
Bounce to the spot where my hoe does work

See her in a skirt and a see-through shirt
Pull off the track and I don′t say shit
Cause all I wanna hear is that purse unzipped
Looking at the bitch with the pimpish grin
Feeling like the mack as my hoe kicks in
Let the bitch out start the load and I cut
Let the 15 slam and I'm fucking ′em up
They can't understand how I bounce my head

Smoking on a joint had a light that's red
Niggas can′t be me but they wish they could
The light turned green then I hit the hood
See my homeboy Dun in a ′74

Rollers got him jacked but they letting him go
Catch up with him up at the light
He said "What's up Cudi, where they at tonight?"
He said "It′s going on player at the After Dark
And it's a house party bumping in College Park"
Play away to my homie then I split from the scene
Then it′s back to my mission nigga getting the green

Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission

Late one night I drove my broom to the burger spot
Stepped in all I saw was a herd of cock
Went in my pocket came out with the 'yac bottle
Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow
All I could smell was cock in the air
When I can tell how they stared they was jocking the player

Went to the counter ordered burger and milkshake
The girl standing behind me was thick with silk fake
Hair that looked it real but she had looks to kill
I stepped back and gave the broad my spiel

Told her my name and she couldn′t believe that
Kept spitting game 'til I peeled her weave back
She recognized the player and she knew I was major

Gave her the number to my packed tail pager
Snatched my grub then I hopped in my town car
And let them lambs roar slam and pound hard
Honk at the hutch then I cut from the scene
Then it's back to my mission nigga getting the green

Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission