Dr. Dre - Xxplosive Lyrics
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Dr. Dre's "Xxplosive" was released on November 16, 1999, as part of his album 2001. Featuring Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Hittman, and Six-Two, the track was co-written by Dr. Dre and his collaborators. "Xxplosive" is known for its laid-back, G-funk style with smooth basslines and catchy hooks. The lyrics focus on typical West Coast themes of money, women, and street life, all delivered with Dre’s signature production style that emphasizes a laid-back, yet hard-hitting rhythm.
Song lyrics
Xxplosive, West coast shit
My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn their back
Causing me to yank their arm, impose 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
West Coast shit, nigga
Over dosage imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch, don't tease, bitch – strip tease, bitch
Eat a bowl of these, bitch, gobble the 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 ya collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala
Pimping 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 hitting pussy or hitting the switch
You into hitting bitches all for the grip, you punk bitch
All my real dogs still kick it with me
All my down hoes still tricking with me
All the true gangsters know
Nate ain't never love no ho
All the hood rats 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 (Blew, blew, blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more, now that I'm sober, you ain't that fine (Hmm)
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 gangster hits
You'll be still jocking gangster dicks
Damn, girl, you think you're slick?
Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch
I got these freaky hoes clapping their hands, stomping their feet
Every now and then, they put their 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 knowing 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 mo'
Them hot hoes is fiending, they're on the nuts
But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, for real
Xxplosive!