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royal flush - mac dre lyrics

[dialogue from pulp fiction]

[verse 1]
woke up one mornin ’bout 6 o’clock
d-ck still smellin’ like spit and cot
beeper vibratin’ like a nympho s-x toy
it’s time to collect, them hoes got they checks, boy
but on my way out the motel room
the b-tch 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
d-ck 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 b-tch tried to go off
but all i did was laugh, like she was a joke
hit the gas, and left her -ss 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, d-mn, it’s 5-0
once again pullin’ me over for the jack up
in my mirror i can see him callin’ back up
but i ain’t goin’ out like no sucka
put the pedal to the metal and smoked the m-th-f-cka
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-gg-, bank collection

back to my mission
back to my mission
back to my mission
back to my mission

[verse 2]
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 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 nothing but my ho
4 was the time on my wristw-tch
grabbed my phone, turned it on, ’cause i just got a motherf-ckin
beep from a freak on another strip
get the hennessy and i take me another sip
call the b-tch back and she’s ready, to kick down
what she made, from just gettin’ d-ck 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 sh-t
’cause all i wanna hear is that purse unzip
lookin’ at the b-tch with the p-mp-sh grin
feelin like the mack as my ho kicks in
let the b-tch out, start unloadin’ my cut
let the 15’s slam and i’m f-ckin’ em up
they can’t understand how i bounce my head
smokin’ on a joint at a light that’s red
n-gg-s 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 lettin’ 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 playa at the afterdark
and there’s a house party b-mpin in college park’
playa waved to my homie then i split from the scene
then it’s back to my mission, n-gg-, gettin’ the green

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 c-ck 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 standin’ behind me was thick with silk fake
hair that looked the real but she had looks to k!ll
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
sn-tched 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-gg-, gettin’ the green

back to my mission
back to my mission
back to my mission
back to my mission

- mac dre lyrics

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