🎵 Xxplosive // by Dr. Dre

133 ContributorsXxplosive Lyrics A classic of West Coast rap by some of the masters of the art. This track off Dr. Dre’s classic album 2001 features his old pals from Death Row Records Kurupt and Nate Dogg, as well as 2 of his proteges in… Read More  [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!