歌手:Snoop Dogg
专辑:《Missionary》

作词 : Andre Young/C. Gallo/T Myrie/B. Perry/T. Raybon/J. Pounds/M. Henderson/D. Abernathy Jr
作曲 : Andre Young/C. Gallo/T Myrie/B. Perry/T. Raybon/J. Pounds/M. Henderson/D. Abernathy Jr
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 ****ing 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****ed up!
Still high, I'm like **** 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, ****ed 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, ****