Lyrics Gangsta Pose - Snoop Dogg feat. Dr. Dre, Dem Jointz, Stalone & Fat Money

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 partyin' one-on-one 'til six 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, started 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 (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 never sayin' it
And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah
Where were you when I was in a war?
(I'ma get mine regardless)

Yeah, chyeah (cold-blooded and heartless)
Now that's the way to crack a bottle (bottle, time waits for no one)
Mm, these bitches goin' full throttle (time's up before you started)
But shit, this is a hard pill to swallow (swallow, shut us down before you close your eyes)
Blue collar shit, I'm talkin' 'bout survival (survival, dearly departed)
Get the fuck outta here with all that yada-yada (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 your arms though, nigga
(And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah)

And ever since the walls been pushed up against a nigga back
I been swingin' on enemies, gettin' closer
Inquirin' too much, that shit can backfire
Shit, you could become a victim of the culture
I still got homies in prison, them niggas waitin' on pictures
Let's flick it up for my niggas

Gangsta pose
Cross your arms though, nigga
(And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah)

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
I'ma ride, ride, yeah
Cross your arms though, nigga