OutKast, B-Real - Xplosion lyrics
[OutKast, B-Real - Xplosion lyrics]
Hello lord, it's me again
I just wanna make love to the whole globe
And all her girlfriends
Now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns
Me on my way to Saturn wit' a bomb
Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast
They know who gon' win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns
Praying Private Ryan comes 'round
Sound travels at one-thousand-one-thirty
Feet per second
Niggas in the street they want it, hurry
When niggas stop biting that's when
3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college
Of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick: do you know what desire is?
(Huh?) apparently not
That's why you get what you got
Now answer this: do you know what fire is?
(yeah)
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit
Shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew
You think we left you
What the future holds in it's sweaty palms
Think I'm finna vom'?
You move it like you mean it, she'll come
Prom night might excite a
Down right fight like
White blood cells to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day, play is no longer
The feelin' gets stronger than
Ammonia sticks inhale
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Look at the way you look at me
I see it on your face
All your hate emanates
But you still hesitate
'Cause you want inside of my head
But don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that, I see the way you were
See the way you smirk
I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing
With you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how
Much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast coming to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dré, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over
My homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and
Answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb
Planted in your car why you frozen?
Pop the tape in ignite the explosion
The world is mine, the world is yours
The world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
With a one-two punch
B-Real and André drop they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up
So it worsens people and persons on the
Opposite teams, oh, yes, it's curtains
No bullets burpin', oh
Just lyrically twerking, oh
Making a statement when you
Freestyle and your mind is in a free state
It's kinda hard to execute when you
Ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer
Got the public's ears fucked up, can't hear
Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? (right here)
OutKast this Dirty South to death
The Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang licked like stamps
And nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your
Back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps
Lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps
Diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace
But then explode like boobie traps
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
I just wanna make love to the whole globe
And all her girlfriends
Now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns
Me on my way to Saturn wit' a bomb
Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast
They know who gon' win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns
Praying Private Ryan comes 'round
Sound travels at one-thousand-one-thirty
Feet per second
Niggas in the street they want it, hurry
When niggas stop biting that's when
3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college
Of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick: do you know what desire is?
(Huh?) apparently not
That's why you get what you got
Now answer this: do you know what fire is?
(yeah)
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit
Shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew
You think we left you
What the future holds in it's sweaty palms
Think I'm finna vom'?
You move it like you mean it, she'll come
Prom night might excite a
Down right fight like
White blood cells to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day, play is no longer
The feelin' gets stronger than
Ammonia sticks inhale
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Look at the way you look at me
I see it on your face
All your hate emanates
But you still hesitate
'Cause you want inside of my head
But don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that, I see the way you were
See the way you smirk
I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing
With you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how
Much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast coming to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dré, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over
My homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and
Answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb
Planted in your car why you frozen?
Pop the tape in ignite the explosion
The world is mine, the world is yours
The world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
With a one-two punch
B-Real and André drop they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up
So it worsens people and persons on the
Opposite teams, oh, yes, it's curtains
No bullets burpin', oh
Just lyrically twerking, oh
Making a statement when you
Freestyle and your mind is in a free state
It's kinda hard to execute when you
Ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer
Got the public's ears fucked up, can't hear
Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? (right here)
OutKast this Dirty South to death
The Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang licked like stamps
And nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your
Back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps
Lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps
Diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace
But then explode like boobie traps
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin
From your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
Do do do, do, do do do
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