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DR DRE lyrics : "Xxplosive"

(feat. Hitman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six-Two)


Xxplosive, West coast %#@!
My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back
Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm

Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my %#@!'s the bomb
Xxplosive.. ..for my ^!$$%z drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack
mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on

Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my %#@!'s the bomb - Xxplosive..


West coast %#@! ^!$$%
Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
$#&@ a (*##$; don't tease (*##$, strip tease (*##$

Eat a bowl of these (*##$, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the $#&@ up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash

Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala

Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
(*##$ ^!$$%z paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes

Captain Save'Em all day ((*##$) well save this dick
(*##$ ^!$$%, you more of a (*##$ than a (*##$
You ain't into hittin #~!!@, or hittin the switch

You into hittin (*##$es off of the grip, you punk (*##$

[Nate Dogg]

All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
All my down hoes still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know

Nate ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin for me

All the real smokers know
Nate ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
Real trees...

Chronic leaves...
No seeds...

When I had you last night, baby
Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady

No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
Don't wanna treat you wrong

Don't wanna lead you on
Here baby, hit the bong
while the west coast rolls along

While we - still makin gangsta hits
You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick

Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch


I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands, stompin they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me

Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year old #~!!@ fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin (*##$es on the regular, I put that on the G

A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some %#@! about this (*##$ I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know

A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays

And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall
They be beepin me and %#@!, but we don't kick it no mo'

Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
But beitch, I'm out ya #~!!@ when I nut, f'real


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