Lyrics Still On A Mission - Lil' 1/2 Dead

Still On A Mission

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