Lyrical Breakdown of Xxplosive - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Xxplosive - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Xxplosive - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr. Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigger-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing 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 Xxplosive, for my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always pack More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on Chronic in your 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, 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 Bitch niggas 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 dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hitting pussy or hitting the switch You into hitting bitches all for the grip You punk bitch All my real doggs 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 passing 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 dicks Damn girl you think you're slick? Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch 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 23-year-old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody 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 shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, fo' real