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
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
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]
Xxplosive!
