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xxplosive - album version (edited) - dr. dre lyrics

hittman:
xxplosive, west coast sh-t
my n-gga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
causing me to yank they arm impose like i would do them harm
now i’m saying thank you cause they tell me
my sh-t’s the bomb, xxplosive
for my n-ggas drinking cognac
smoking weed, always pack
more than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on
chronic in your system, let me know my sh-t’s the bomb, xxplosive

kurupt:
west coast sh-t n-gga
overdosage imperial pistols ferocious
f-ck a b-tch don’t tease b-tch, strip tease b-tch
eat a bowl of these b-tch gobble the d-ck
hoes forgot to eat a d-ck can shut the f-ck up
gobble and swallow a nut up
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
b-tch n-ggas 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 d-ck
b-tch n-gga, you more of a b-tch than a b-tch
you ain’t into hitting p-ssy or hitting the switch
you into hitting b-tches all for the grip, you punk b-tch

nate dogg:
all my real dogs 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 p-ssing 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 d-cks
d-mn girl you think you’re sl1ck?
somebody better get this b-tch, this b-tch

six-two and hittman:
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 twenty-four year old p-ssy fiend and freakaholic
pimping b-tches on the regular, i put that on the g
a hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
let me drop some sh-t about this b-tch i used to know
she gave your boy the head and said don’t let n0body 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 sh-t, but we don’t kick it no mo’
them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
but b-tch, i’m out your p-ssy when i nut, fo’ real
(xxplosive)

- dr dre lyrics

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