Xxplosive (feat. Hittman, Six-Two, Nate Dogg & Kurupt) - Dr. Dre

Some good-ass weed! Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me Hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis. Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man! That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak) Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin? Be independent nigga - BEOTCH! Yeah Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz). Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz). Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch). BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz). Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch). Bitch niggaz And you too (beotch). Hmm. Dogg. I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga) Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback.'ll Make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right) No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz) These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg, check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute. Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face - and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go" Bitch niggaz... uh-huh... "Attention all personnel" "Stop scheamin, and lookin hard" - "stop scheamin, and.an, and.an-an, and.and lookin hard" Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga. a bitch nigga I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe! Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL Like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you Every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car Fool "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's A bitch nigga! "Attention all personnel" "Stop scheamin, and lookin hard" - "stop.stop.stop scheamin, and lookin hard" ".op-stop.ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard" "Stop scheamin. an-an. an-an. an-and lookin hard" "Stop scheamin, and lookin hard" "Stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard" "Stop scheamin, and. and. and. Stop scheamin, and lookin hard"

Can't nobody Do you like we do Can't nobody Do you like we do Pistols and penitentiaries Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin Spead dumpin lead bustin Tell me you wanna be done It's so many thangs on these streets Gang bang on these streets Heat holders That hug wit slugs And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods Nate show these niggas how it was And how nobody do it like we does cuz Something about the west coast Makes me bang the beats Something about the west coast Makes me run them streets Somethin about the music Makes me wanna sing Something about this chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby I know you never thought these niggas could be this good We'd be bumpin in your system from hood to hood I know you never even though we would last this long You were dead wrong Homie this is Nate he's a double O.G. All up in the place Kurupt Better ask your girl why she starin at me Leave me alone Calicos We ready for the get down You ready to have sit-down Bitch nigga sit-down Runnin in and out ya house Runnin in and out ya spouse Don't say shit or I'll be running in and out your mouth Gangstas get the party crackin Hit a land and get it crunk Nate Dogg and Kurupt Yeah nigga that's wussup Now I gotta show y'all how the west coast rock shit Concoct and plot shit Dogg pound oxes DPGC The greatest on this earth Gangsta that was taught shoot before you converse Go against the grain and we convert to the worst Take flight like eagles Puncture like needles Touch him without even bein present The greatest on this earth west coast presents The Dogg Pound muthafuckin gangsta nigga On all gold feet Yeah them all gold D's We double O.G.'s Something about the west coast Make me bang the beats Something about the music Makes me wanna sing Something about the chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby

I ain't got no time for no bitches I gotta clock my dough clownin' Hittin' switches in a green 6-4 With the drink in a on deck and the bombest indo A car full of gas and nowhere to go I gets a call on the phone - "what's happenin'?" Pimpin', chillin' with bitches drinking Silver Satin Is them bitches on deck, on deck to the fullest Gots that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em Now as I stroll and as I pass by Maxin' with my doggs feelin' dandy and high Is that looney muthafucka that they call Kurupt Ballin' out the house with some Gin in his cup Now I found myself blowin' out smoke Bombed out looney and Open up them doors let me see some of th hoez It's Kurupt and I'm liable to fuck three or four I'm hittin' hoes like I'm hittin' licks But I don't love that trick bitch 'Cause bitches gettin' niggaz dick sick I don't pay pay rent, my rent gets paid I pimp hoes like silky train On and on it goes I thought thete muthafuckas knew, but now you know Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want 1975 I was just a young pup Tryin' to learn to be a dogg But in the process steadily gettin' fucked I met this lil' sexie dame ya'll before I knew All the rules to the game It ain't no need to lie A lil' nigga like me got played, and if she left me I thought I'd die Ya'll don't ask, I don't the reason why Thought she was sent from the heavens above Ya'll it's just a bad taste of puppy love Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Sometimes I sit and think of how I used to be Before I got converted to a D-O-double G I'd like to thank that girl From way back in the days Cause if it weren't for you I wouldn't pimp this way Call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love

Yeah nigga, West coast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga, G'z Young Gotti I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things that I'm gon' do Switches all fucked up livin' in the '80's Jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks A quarter piece to flip it's me and Daz and two bitches I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt They say, this ain't the way to get rich I might as well get me a bitch I don't get it, I take it put a glitch in the Matrix Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked 'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air Nigga, fuck a bitch and fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fueled It's on one, nah he said, "It's on two" On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed All you to want do, do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors Crap like the crap table, Canaan Abel I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallagher Metaphysical, sixteen Calibur metallica 'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker Punk mothafucka, bust a bank mothafucka, yeah nigga We can go heads nigga you bitches be hatin' nigga Heard what I said nigga, lend me some bread nigga Keep ya chest bust like lead niggas The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt And we do what the fuck we want to just do Get what we got to get to get through And we blast what we got blast to get ours Life of a gangsta in a world of stars Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Through, just do it, don't stop All my niggas on the North side Getcha money right away All my niggas on the South side Let 'em know that you don't play An' say, them niggas on the East side Ain't some niggas you contest Unless you stuck up in a time-warp You all ready know about the West They say, them niggas on the North side Keep tabs on they skrill All my niggas on the South side Try to make anotha meal All my niggas on the East side Make million dollar bills All my niggas on the West side Been doin' this fo' years Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies 'cause They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga 2000, screech it on 'em, riders, real riders Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies Fuck 'em