| Lyrics: | (Six-two)
Xplosive, West Coast shit
My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they
back
Causin 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
Xplosive...for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed,
always pack
Mo than one firearm, chrome rims, ridin on
Chronic in yo system, let me know, my
shit's the bomb...Xplosive
(Kurupt)
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, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards and left stranded
Just
pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Duece in a plush, six-duece
Impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit
hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save
this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy, or
hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches off of the grip you punk bitch
(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 dro indeed...
Real trees...
Chronic leaves...
No seeds...
When I met
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
Hmmm-HmmmHmmm
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