Now I don't want for nothin', shit, I got it all
She tried to tax a nigga, had to write her off
It was only one night, but shit, she had a ball
And when you fuckin' with the Dogg, it ain't no leash involved
Come, come, we havin' a little fun
We party in 101 till 6 in the mornin', give a fuck about the Sun
Don't stop, visionary
On top, missionary
Legs up, on your belly
Then I'm back up in the Chevy
Sometimes, you gotta gangsta lean in this life
Got her blowin' on my dice, out there runnin' red lights, yeah
Baby got brains, I ain't gotta think twice (Nope)
Baby got back, came twice same night
I'm just tryna get wet and stormy, get some closure (Uh-huh)
See a nigga in rare form, keep your composure (Yup)
She say she wanna come with her friends, well, bring 'em over
Next mornin', yawnin', sippin' on mimosas
Time get to flyin' when you grind like mine
Got a line full of dimes, I'm just bein' braggadocious
The way you way is lookin' like you floatin'
Make a nigga wanna hit that three-wheel motion
Cause
Time only makes things still
And the fastest I hear, I never heard the words so fast
Just to go so mad, cause I'm the best
Let go of all of us, yeah
I know you ain't never sayin' it
Headed to this, I'ma rock-rock it
Where were you when I was in the war?
I'ma keep on regardless
Yeah, cyeah (Cold blooded and heartless)
Now that's the way to crack a bottle (Bottle)
Mm, these bitches goin' full throttle
But shit, this is a hard pill to swallow (Swallow)
Blue collar shit, I'm talkin' 'bout survival (Survival)
Get the fuck out of here with all that yada-yada (Yada-yada)
Middle finger to every one of my rivals
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 made 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 your arms though, nigga
And ever since the walls been pushed up against a nigga back
I been swingin' on enemies, gettin' closer
Inquirin' too much, that shit could backfire
Shit, you could become a victim of the culture
I still got homies in prison, them niggas waitin' on pictures
Let's pick it up for my niggas
Gangsta pose
Cross your arms though, nigga
America the great, easy to stimulate
Difficult to love, we feed off the hate
We incarcerate
Judge you by the faith we put into place
Freedom, what a bitter taste
And I can see it on your face
Gangsta pose
Cross your arms though, nigga
