Gangsta Pose

Now I don't want for nothing, shit, I got it all

She tried to tax a ****, had to write her off

It was only one night, but shit, she had a ball

And when you fucking with The Dogg, it ain't no leash involved

Come, come, we having a little fun, we partying one on one

Till 6 in the morning, give a fuck about the sun

Visionary, missionary (Don't stop, on top)

On ya belly, then I'm back up in the Chevy (Legs up)

Sometimes you gotta gangsta lean in this life

Got her blowing on my dice, started running red lights (Yeah)

Baby got brains, I ain't gotta think twice (No)

Baby got back, came twice same night

I'm just tryna get wet in the storm and get some closure

See a **** in rare form, keep your composure (Yeah)

She say she wanna come with her friends, well, bring 'em over

Next morning, yawning, sipping on mimosas

Time get to flying when ya grind like mine

Got a line full of dimes, I'm just being braggadocious (Braggadocious)

The way you walk is looking like you floating

Make a **** wanna hit that three-wheel motion (Coasting)

Time only makes things still

And the past is not here

I never had to work so fast to go so mad 'cause it just don't last

Let go of all of us, yeah

I know you ain't on my side, yeah

And until it ends I'ma ride, ride, yeah

Where were you when I was in a war?

(I'ma get mine regardless) Yeah, yeah

(Cold-blooded and heartless) Now that's the way to crack a bottle

(Time waits for no one) Uh, these bitches going full throttle

(Time's up before you started) But shit, this is a hard pill to swallow

(Shut us down before you close your eyes) Blue collar shit, I'm talking 'bout survival

(Dearly departed) Get the fuck outta here with all that yada-yada

(Wait if you want to) Middle finger to every one of my rivals

(The slow one's the target) Dead on arrival

You got me fucked up!

Still high, I'm like fuck a hangover

This a real high, you can smell the same odor

Only good vibes, you should bring your gang over

That good neck make me wanna put my chain on her

Yeah, so what do you say?

We can get away, we can bounce for days

Bring an ounce to blaze, fucked up and faded

Now she say she wanna take a pic

Gangsta pose

Cross yo' arms though, ****

And ever since the walls been pushed up against a **** back, I

Been swinging on enemies getting closer

Inquiring too much, that shit can backfire

Shit, you could become a victim of the culture

I still got homies in prison, them **** waiting on pictures

Let's flick it up for my ****

Gangsta pose

Cross yo' arms though, ****

America the great, easy to simulate

Difficult to love, we be off the hate

We incarcerate

Judge you by the fate we put into place

Freedom, what a bitter taste

And I can see it on your face

Gangsta pose

Cross yo' arms though, ****