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