Xxplosive, West Coast shit My niggaish ways attract girls that used to turn their back Causin' me to yank their arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm sayin' thank you 'cuz they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive, for my niggas 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 of bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick Hoe's 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-deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala Pimpin' hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggas paid for hoes, just to lay with hoes Relax one night and paid 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 hittin' pussy or hittin' the switch You into hittin' bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch All my real doggs still kick it with me All my down hoes still trickin' with me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never loved 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' nothin' 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 bitch, this bitch I got these freaky hoes, clappin' their hands, stompin' their feet Every now and then they put their mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A twenty-three 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 yo' 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 mo' They be beepin' me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin', they on the nuts But bitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut for real Xxplosive © LOOT ON LOOSE LEAF MUSIC; AIN'T NOTHING BUT FUNKIN' MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; BIG YACHT MUSIC; EAST MEMPHIS MUSIC; HARD WORKING BLACK FOLKS INC; ANDRE YOUNG PUB DESIGNEE; CRAIG LONG MILES MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com