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  • Dr Dre »

    Dr Dre Xplosive текст песни


    Xxplosive, 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 the harm
    Now I’m sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit’s the bomb
    Xxplosive.. ..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 — 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, 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
    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
    They 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
    They 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 pussy fiend and freakaholic
    Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
    A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
    Lemme drop some shit about this bitch 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 shit, but we don’t kick it no mo’
    Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
    But beitch, I’m out ya pussy when I nut, f’real


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