[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, nigga, bank collection
- 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, nigga, bank collection
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