Lyrics:
Back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to throw down
Saadiq
Lyrical mastermind, a genius so don't snooze
No missions impossible, ask Tom Cruise
I keep a joint lit when I have to spit
A rough
to work from the
Back seat of my car at work
The boss was giving away tickets
To his own hanging
People are smoking joints out of
Their noses at their desks
the world and no fight
This is the Ganja Mission
So come on and smoke a holy joint tonight…
This is the Ganja Mission…
...
If you wanna feel
of tacos
This is a must!
I'm chasin' down the taco truck
It's my mission
Gonna fill my belly with some spicy Mexican cuisine (ooh-yeah)
The music's playin'
start to fight
Back the dinner they wolfed at the taco joint.
But maybe a blue moon will shine
In the heart of the hood.
It's an animal girl
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop, until we drop
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube
The best thing in life in life
Ateşi harlıyom gecenin körü be
Komşular değil ki sikimde müzik en kökünde
Kralım sağdan döndür
Soytarı anlatır günlük gibi
Pass tha joint
Pass pass
TJ firing shots, ain't talking to no thots
T.A.C.O in the sport, not a single trophy short
Ain't stopping for the court, ain't no mission abort
I'm not
no hablo (yah yah), no hablo (yah yah yah yah)
E lei vuole un vero gringo, un narcos (pam pam)
'Sto joint è troppo gordo, sembra un tacos (brr)
Ma
Gypsy Doug, he worked the door
Little Sunshine, she manned the bar
The night of the murder at the Taco Land
It was a crazy little beer joint down
the Hamptons
Rip it down to Compton
Performin' my anthem
Ya know, ya know
You know that's the joint that's the jam
Look I got some new shit
We came to do
robbed the plug 'cause he keep losin' and I'm a sore loser (bah)
My cousin Duke just rolled a joint longer than two rulers (true)
They call me "Two
broken body its joints at war religious vipers sucking
royal blood the price is paid the final score the truth exists even through
pious mud who
Fuck a 50 limit 100 men to Taco Bell
Only way we getting there is a ride through hell
Really wanna get inside get a wrap and harmonize
Bathroom trips
?
Got a joint filled with quality shit
My bottom bitch smokin' with me niggas talk shit, all of 'em shrimp
I'm a big fish, roll a joint lick it once
gringo, un narcos (pam pam)
'Sto joint è troppo gordo, sembra un tacos (brrt)
Ma me lo sto fumando
Sul mio divano tranquo
Yeah, yeah
Mi casa ain't
our troubles into a pile
I'll, Mix up some margaritas
Got some extra cash for a fifth of tequila
We'll, Uber down to that Taco joint
That expensive
Let out the joint, in '80, son
Banged up I'm the innocent one
Time to pop gotta rock n roll
Get the old band on the road
The feds don't like me,
Rollin more joint when I geek on the bando
Fuckin on a bitch, I don't fuck with no bad hoe
I'll be eatin pussy, bitch, I eat it like taco
Imma pop
Back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to go
back on a mission and ready to throw down
there's no freedom
Without freedom for them all
They took her to a dinner
Some classy place in town
The type of joint with
Fancy plates and napkins
with a mission
So they called them up right chere
They were boxing and trapping
And shooting through the joint
Stepped right in and
Got down
my mission, make him feel alright
He's a twelve on a ten point, rockin' out to his joint
Just say the word 'cause I can sing all night
I got faith
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