Man Man, I'll tell ya I don't know what to say That's how it's goin' down? Woke up one morning 'bout six o'clock Dick still smellin' like spit and cot Beeper vibratin' 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?' Thinkin' about the night before and how she licked me I bounced back in so I could get me a quickie Dick hard as ten pounds of frozen neckbones I got my wreck on and got the heck on Droppin' a ho 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 Merrily merrily, merrily merrily I go Looked in the rearview, damn, it's Five-O Once again pullin' me over for the jack up In the mirror I can see him callin' back up But I ain't goin' out like no sucker Put the pedal to the metal and smoked the motherfucker Stopped at the store on Sacramento and Tennessee Got a pack of Zig Zags and a fifth of Hennessy Perkin' off the dank and the drank connection It's back to my mission, nigga, bank collection (Bank collection) Back to my mission Back to my mission Back to my mission Back to my mission Rollin' in my old school Lincoln, drinkin' Joint between my lips and I'm 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 nothin' but my ho Four was the time on my wristwatch Grabbed my phone, turned it on, 'cause I just got A motherfuckin' 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 gettin' dicked 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 mack as my ho kicks in Let the bitch out, start the load and I cut Let the 15s 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 then I hit the hood See my homeboy Doc in a '74 Rollers got him jacked but they lettin' him go Catch up with him at the light And said, 'What's up, cuddie, where they at tonight'? He said, 'It's goin' on, playa, at the after dark And there's a house party bumpin' in College Park' Playa waved to my homie then I split from the scene Then it's back to my mission, nigga, gettin' the green (Gettin' the green) Back to my mission Back to my mission Late one night, I drove my Brougham to the burger spot Stepped in, all I saw was a herd of cock Went in my pocket, came out with the 'gnac bottle Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow All I could smell was cock in the air And I can tell how they stare they was jockin' a playa Went to the counter ordered burger and milkshake The girl standin' behind me was thick with silk fake Hair that lookeded 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 that Kept spittin' game 'til I peeled 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 Lanzars 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