Gangsta Pose Lyrics – Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre

Read the full Gangsta Pose lyrics by Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Snoop Dogg's music, you can also explore The Negotiator and You Want My All, two other songs by Snoop Dogg.

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Now I don't want for nothing, s*it, I got it all
She tried to tax a n!gga, had to write her off
It was only one night, but s*it, she had a ball
And when you fu*king with the Dogg, it ain't no leash involved
Come, come, we having a little fun
We partying one-on-one 'til 6 in the morning, give a fu*k 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 blowing on my dice, started running 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 n!gga in rare form, keep your composure (Yup)
She say she wanna come with her friends, well, bring 'em over
Next morning, yawning, sipping on mimosas
Time get to flying when you grind like mine
Got a line full of dimes, I'm just being braggadocious
The way you way is looking like you floating
Make a n!gga wanna hit that three-wheel motion (Coasting)

[Chorus: Stalone]
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 saying it
And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah
Where were you when I was in a war?
(I'ma get mine regardless)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, cyeah (Cold blooded and heartless)
Now that's the way to crack a bottle (Bottle, time waits for no one)
Mm, these b!tches going full throttle (Time's up before you started)
But s*it, this is a hard pill to swallow (Swallow, shut us down before you close your eyes)
Blue collar s*it, I'm talking 'bout survival (Survival, dearly departed)
Get the fu*k 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 fu*ked up

[Verse 3: Fat Money]
Still high, I'm like fu*k 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
Fu*ked up and faded
Now she say she wanna take a pic

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg, Dem Jointz & Stalone]
Gangsta pose
Cross your arms though, n!gga
And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah
And ever since the walls been pushed up against a n!gga back
I been swinging on enemies, getting closer
Inquiring too much, that s*it can backfire
S*it, you could become a victim of the culture
I still got homies in prison, them n!ggas waiting on pictures
Let's flick it up for my n!ggas
Gangsta pose
Cross your arms though, n!gga
And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah

[Outro: Stalone & Dem Jointz]
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, n!gga