[Chorus: Hittman]

Xxplosive, West Coast shit

My nigga-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

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

West Coast shit, nigga!

Overdosage, imperial pistols ferocious

Fuck a bitch! Don't tease, bitch, striptease, bitch

Eat a bowl of these, bitch, gobble a dick

Hoes forgot to eat a dick and shut the fuck up! (Fuck up, bitch)

Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash (Cash)

Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards and left stranded

Just pop your collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar

Six-Deuce in a plush six-deuce Impala

Pimpin' hoes from Texas to Guatemala

Bitch niggas pay for hoes (Hoes), just to lay with hoes (Hoes)

Relax one night and pay to stay with hoes (Hoes)

Captain Save-'Em-All-Day (Bitch) — well, save this dick

Bitch nigga! You more of a bitch than a bitch

You ain't into hittin' pussy or hittin' a switch

You into hittin' bitches off with a grip, you punk bitch!

[Verse 2: Nate Dogg]

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 love 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 met you last night, baby

Before I blew your 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, mm-mm

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...

[Verse 3: Six-Two]

I got these freaky hoes clapping their hands, stomping their 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 bona fide pro, I had to grab the ho

She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat

Been knowin' the ho for four 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 beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no more

Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts

But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, for real

[Outro: Hittman]

Xxplosive!