[Intro: Dialogue from Pulp Fiction]
- Royale with cheese
- Royale with cheese. You know why they call it that?
(Back to my mission)
- Because of the metric system?
- Check out the big brain on Brett. You a smart motherfucker. That's right, metric system

[Verse 1]
Woke up one morning 'bout 6 o'clock
Dick still smelling like spit and cot
Beeper vibrating like a nympho sex toy
It's 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 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', making my way through traffic
Merrily merrily, merrily merrily I go
Looked in the rearview, damn, it's 5-0
Once again pulling me over for the jack up
In my mirror I can see him calling back up
But I ain't going 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, n***a, bank collection
[Refrain]
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission

[Verse 2]
Rolling 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 a down ho, ready to hit the track
And bring back fat stacks of them greenbacks
Hit the stroll but before I let her go
I let her know, she's nothin' but my ho
4 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 and I take me another sip
Call the bitch back and she's ready, to kick down
What she made, from just gettin' dick down
Bounce to the spot where my ho 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
Looking at the bitch with the pimpish grin
Feelin like The Mack as my ho kicks in
Let the bitch out, start unloading my cut
Let the 15's slam and I'm fucking 'em up
They can't understand how I bounce my head
Smoking on a joint at a light that's red
N***as can't be me but they wish they could
The light turned green and I hit the hood
See my homeboy Don in a '74
The rollers got him jacked but they letting him go
Catch up with him up at the light
And said 'What's up cuddie, where they at tonight'?
He said "It's goin' on, player, at the after-dark
And there's a house party bumpin' in College Park"
Player-waved to my homie then I split from the scene
Then it's back to my mission, n***a, gettin' the green
[Refrain]
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission

[Verse 3]
Late one night, I drove my Brougham to the burger spot
Stepped in, all I saw was a herd of cot
Went in my pocket, came out with the yack bottle
Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow
All I could smell was cock in the air
And I can tell by they stare they was jockin' the playa
Went to the counter, ordered burger and milkshake
The girl standing behind me was thick with silk fake
Hair that looked the 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 peelt 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 Landstars slam, and pound hard
Honked at the hutch when I cut from the scene
Then it's back to my mission, n***a, gettin' the green

[Outro]
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission
Back to my mission