gangsta dre - jackin mission lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m on a mission, i gots to get my cash on
i grabbed my .22 tec in case i have to get my blast on
put on my khakis and my mask and my steel toes, my bullet proof vest cus gangsta dre can’t be put filled with holes
but anyways i hopped in my f-ckin low, finna be on a mission for some triple gold dayton wire spokes
i’m on a mission to the mother f-ckin highway, the pedal to the metal left some vogue tire in my driveway
i hit the corner at florin road and stockton, lookin for some b-tch -ss n-ggas hold up i spotted one
he’s in the turnin lane flashin like hes all that, i put the .22 tec up to his neck and said “this is a jack”
he said “f-ck you n-gga i ain’t goin out”, i had to put him to the test and show him what i’m all about
the black tablet split his adams apple, i got to pray it laid down on the south cus i got that snapple
and now i’m seein triple gold in my f-ckin vision, c-ck your glock and wear your vest cus dre is on a jackin mission
[chorus x2]
ride with me as i take you on a mission with that 17 shot clip 21 glock
i’m seein murder in my vision
[verse 1: gangsta dre]
the next verse, a n-gga had to get excited
some n-ggas is throwin a party in my hood and i wasn’t invited
ain’t that a b-tch, y’all n-ggas better recognized
[unintelligible line]
and i done made it clear you n-ggas don’t want to mess with me
these teflon bullets will dot your mask as if it was friday the thirteenth
and oh yea, gangsta dre got that heat for ya, i’m givin it up and pullin the trigga as i hit that doja
that gangsta grinned cus i’m glad that the night came, walkin to the party checkin the alley for the dice game
a n-gga said “shoot the fifty man, i got you faded” thinkin in my mind “every dime he got i’m finna take it”
i pulled the strap from behind my back and said “break yo self, this .314 .45 is bad for your health”
that n-gga was starvin so i gave his -ss a little taste, i pulled the trigger and left that b-tch -ss n-gga on his f-ckin face
and now i’m seein money green in my f-ckin vision
be on the lookout, gangsta dre is on a jackin mission
[chorus x2]
ride with me as i take you on a mission with that 44 caliber heckler and koch
i’m seein murder in my vision
[verse 1: gangsta dre]
im on a mission again i grab my 45, my 21 glock, my hollow shots, and my hk 9
millimeter cus i feed a n-gga with the quickness, extended clip comin from my hip cus you know i got that sickness
i’m finna post for a minute and set up shop, sippin on liquid courage with that 17 shot clip 21 glock
i see the n-gga in the turnin lane, with that candy paint, them triple gold deets and puffin on some mary jane
now let me put this n-gga to the test, i bumped his bumper, he got out hot, i stuffed the 21 glock up in his chest
he played me close so you know my glock is finna be chokin, now give me your car and some of that bomb -ss weed that you’ve been smokin
and now i’m seein triple murder in my f-ckin vision
be on the look out cus gangsta dre is on a jackin mission
[chorus x2]
ride with me as i take you on a mission with that 17 shot clip 21 glock
i’m seein murder in my vision
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