(Six-Two)
Xxplosive, West coast [bad word] My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back
Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm
Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my [bad word] s the bomb
Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack
mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on
Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my [bad word] s the bomb - Xxplosive..
 [bad word] 
West coast [bad word] [bad word] Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious [bad word] a [bad word]  don't tease [bad word]  strip tease [bad word] Eat a bowl of these [bad word]  gobble the [bad word] Hoes forgot to eat a [bad word] can shut the [bad word] up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala [bad word] niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'all day  [bad word]  well save this [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  you more of a [bad word] than a [bad word] You ain't into hittin [bad word]  or hittin the switch
You into hittin [bad word] off of the grip, you punk [bad word] 
(Nate Dogg)
All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
All my down hoes still trickin wit me
All the [bad word] gangstas know
They ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my [bad word] fans still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
Real trees...
Chronic leaves...
No seeds...

When I had you last night, baby
Before - I blew yo' 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
Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm...
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 makin gangsta hits
You'll be - still jockin gangsta [bad word] [bad word] girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch

(Hitman)
I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands, stompin they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a like me can't even call it
23-year old [bad word] fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin [bad word] on the regular, I put that on the hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some [bad word] about this [bad word] I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know
bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' 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 mall
They be beepin me and [bad word]  but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
But beitch, I'm out ya [bad word] when I nut, f'real

Exxplosive..