XX Plosive - DJ Quick/Dr. Dre
Lyrics by：DJ Quick
Composed by：DJ Quick
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West coast s**t
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**t's the bomb
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For my niggaz drinkin
Cognac smokin w**d always pack
Mo' than one firearm chrome rims
Ridin on
Chronic in yo' system let me know
My s**t's the bomb
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West coast s**t n***a
Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious
F**k a b***h don't tease b***h
Strip tease b***h
Eat a bowl of these b***h
Gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick
Can shut the f**k 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
B***h niggaz paid for hoes
Just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save
'Em all day b***h
Well save this dick
B***h n***a you more of a b***h than a b***h
You ain't into hittin p***y
Or hittin the switch
You into hittin b***hes off
Of the grip you punk b***h
B***h
All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
All my down hoes still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
Nate never love no h*e
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
Nate passin nuttin but d**e 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
Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm
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
D**n girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch
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 p***y fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin b***hes on the regular
I put that on the G
A hustler and a player nowadays
It pays to be
Lemme drop some s**t about this
B***h 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 h*e
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo'
I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the h*e 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 s**t
But we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin
They
