Royal Flush - Intellectual

[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

[Refrain]

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

Niggas 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, nigga, gettin' the green

[Refrain]

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, nigga, gettin' the green

[Outro]

Back to my mission