Xxplosive West coast sh*t
My n**ga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causing me to yank they arm impose like I would do them harm
Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me my sh*t's the bomb
Xxplosive for my n**gas drinking Cognac
Smoking w**d always pack
More than one firearm chrome rims riding on
Chronic in your system let me know my sh*t's the bomb
Xxplosive
West Coast sh*t n**ga
Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious
F**k a b**ch don't tease b**ch strip tease b**ch
Eat a bowl of these b**ch gobble the **
H**s forgot to eat a ** can shut the f**k 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 h**s for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush six-deuce impala
Pimping h**s from Texas to Guatemala
B**ch n**gas pay for h**s just to lay with h**s
Relax one night and pay to stay with h**s
Captain save-'em-all-day well save this **
B**ch n**ga you more of a b**ch than a b**ch
You ain't into hitting p**sy or hitting the switch
You into hitting b**ches all for the grip
You punk b**ch
All my real doggs still kick it with me
All my down h**s 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 **
D**n girl you think you're slick
Somebody better get this b**ch this b**ch
I got these freaky h**s
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 p**sy fiend and freakaholic