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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.

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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!

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