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Xxplosive Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Xxplosive, West coast shit 

My nigger-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back 

Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm 

Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb 

Xxplosive, for my niggas drinking Cognac 

Smoking weed, always pack 

 

More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on 

Chronic in your system, let me know my shit's the bomb 

Xxplosive 

West Coast shit nigga 

 

Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious 

Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch 

 

Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick 

 

Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up 

Gobble and swallow a nut up 

 

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Shut up and get my cash 

 

Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards and left stranded 

 

Just pop ya collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar 

Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala 

 

Pimping hoes from Texas to Guatemala 

 

Bitch niggas pay for hoes, just to lay with hoes 

 

Relax one night, and pay to stay with hoes 

Captain 'Save-'em-all-day', well save this dick 

Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch 

You ain't into hitting pussy or hitting the switch 

You into hitting bitches all for the grip 

You punk bitch 

All my real doggs still kick it with me 

 

All my down hoes still tricking with me 

All the true gangstas know 

 

Nate ain't never love no ho 

All the hoodrats still shake it for me 

 

All my true fans still checking for me 

 

All the real smokers know 

 

Nate ain't passing nothing but dro indeed 

 

Real trees, chronic leaves, no seeds 

When I met you last night baby 

Before I 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 making gangsta hits 

You'll be, still jocking gangsta dicks 

Damn girl you think you're slick? 

Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch 

I got these freaky hoes 

Clapping they hands, stomping 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 pussy fiend and freakaholic 

Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G 

A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be 

Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know 

She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know 

A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho 

She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat 

Been knowing the ho for four days, pimping repays 

And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways 

She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' 

They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' 

Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts 

But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, fo' real 

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