Gangsta Dre — Jackin' Mission lyrics

Lyrics

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 fuckin low, finna be on a mission for some triple
gold dayton wire spokes
I’m on a mission to the mother fuckin 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 bitch ass niggas
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 «Fuck you nigga 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 fuckin vision, Cock your Glock and wear
your vest cus Dre is on a jackin mission
Ride with me as I take you on a mission with that 17 shot clip 21 Glock
I’m seein murder in my vision
The next verse, A nigga had to get excited
Some niggas is throwin a party in my hood and I wasn’t invited
Ain’t that a bitch, y’all niggas better recognized
And I done made it clear you niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga was starvin so I gave his ass a little taste, I pulled the trigger
and left that bitch ass nigga on his fuckin face
And now I’m seein money green in my fuckin vision
Be on the lookout, Gangsta Dre is on a jackin mission
Ride with me as I take you on a mission with that 44 caliber heckler and koch
I’m seein murder in my vision
Im on a mission again I grab my 45, my 21 Glock, my hollow shots, and my HK 9
Millimeter cus I feed a nigga 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 nigga in the turnin lane, with that candy paint, them triple gold
deets and puffin on some mary jane
Now let me put this nigga 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 ass weed that you’ve been smokin
And now I’m seein triple murder in my fuckin vision
Be on the look out cus Gangsta Dre is on a Jackin Mission
Ride with me as I take you on a mission with that 17 shot clip 21 Glock
I’m seein murder in my vision