Xxplosive Lyrics

Dr. Dre feat. Hittman , Kurupt , Nate Dogg & 6Two

publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Andre Young, Brian Anthony Bailey, Craig Longmiles, Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Isaac Hayes
album: Track 6 in album 2001
release date: 1999-11-16
popularity : 399 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Gangsta
length: 3:38
guest performer: Kurupt, Nate Dogg, Hittman and 6Two
bass: Colin Wolfe
guitar: Sean Cruse
keyboard: Camara Kambon
percussion: Taku Hirano
audio engineer: Richard Huredia

Cover Art

Dr. Dre feat. Hittman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six-Two 2001 cover art
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West coast ****
My *****-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 ****'s the bomb
For my *****s drinking Cognac
Smoking weed, always pack
More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on
Chronic in your system, let me know my ****'s the bomb

West Coast **** *****
Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious
**** a ***** don't tease *****, strip tease *****
Eat a bowl of these ***** gobble the ****
Hoes forgot to eat a **** can shut the **** 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
***** *****s paid for hoes, just to lay with hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay with hoes
Captain Save'em all day, well save this ****
***** *****, you more of a ***** than a *****
You ain't into hitting ***** or hitting the switch
You into hitting *****es off of the grip
You punk *****

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 check it for me
All the real smokers know
Nate ain't passing nothing but dope 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 *****, this *****

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 ***** fiend and freakaholic
Pimping *****es on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Let me drop some **** about this ***** 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 sixty-four, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowing the ho for four days, pimpin 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 ****, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But *****, I'm out your ***** when I nut, fo' real, Xxplosive

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Lolo (intro)
  • 2 The Watcher
  • 3 Fuck You
  • 4 Still D.R.E.
  • 5 Big Ego’s
  • 6 Xxplosive
  • 7 What’s the Difference
  • 8 Bar One
  • 9 Light Speed
  • 10 Forgot About Dre
  • 11 The Next Episode
  • 12 Let’s Get High
  • 13 Bitch Niggaz
  • 14 The Car Bomb
  • 15 Murder Ink
  • 16 ED-Ucation
  • 17 Some L.A. Niggaz
  • 18 Pause 4 Porno
  • 19 Housewife
  • 20 Ackrite
  • 21 Bang Bang
  • 22 The Message