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**in low, finna be on a mission for some triple gold dayton wire spokes I'm on a mission to the mother f**in 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**h a** n***as 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** you n***a 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**in vision, co*k 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***a had to get excited Some n***as is throwin a party in my hood and I wasn't invited Ain't that a b**h, y'all n***as better recognized [Unintelligible line] And I done made it clear you n***as 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***a 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***a was starvin so I gave his a** a little taste, I pulled the trigger and left that b**h a** n***a on his f**in face And now I'm seein money green in my f**in 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***a 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***a in the turnin lane, with that candy paint, them triple gold deets and puffin on some mary jane Now let me put this n***a 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 a** weed that you've been smokin And now I'm seein triple murder in my f**in 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