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

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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