Dr. Dre – Xxplosive ft Hittman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six Two

Download clean vinyl LP mp3 audio song by Dr Dre and this amazing music is titled “Xxplosive ft Hittman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six Two”.

Actually this amazing music popped out of his West Coast Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop/Rap album with the titled “2001” Which was released in 16 November 1999.


Listen up below!.



[Intro: Hittman]

Xxplosive, West coast shit

My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back

Causing me to yank they arm, impose like I would do them harm

Now I’m saying “Thank you” ’cause they tell me my shit’s the bomb


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



[Verse 1: Kurupt]

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 & 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 1 night, & 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’ the switch

You into hitting bitches all for the grip, you punk bitch


[Verse 2: Nate Dogg]

All my real dogs 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 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 gangsta hits

You’ll be still jockin’ gangsta dicks

Damn, girl, you think you’re slick?

Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch


[Verse 3: Six2]

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 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 bonafide 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 mo’

Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts

But bitch, I’m out your pussy when I nut, fo’ real


[Outro: Hittman]