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Xplosion Lyrics

Artist Outkast

[Andre] Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love 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 Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the

first gun blast, they know who gone 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 Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz

start 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 its sweaty palms Thank I am finna vom? Ya move like ya mean

it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cell

to the common cold rebel Night gets jealous of day play is no longer The feelin

gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale Hook: We just can't be amazed Even if

you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs

Finna blow right up in your face [B-Real] 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 am 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 am the outcast comin to blaze the grass

Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, 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 am the bomb, planted

in your car why you frozen Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion 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

(repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [Big

Boi] With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy

Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens People and persons on the opposite

teams oh, yes its curtains No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking Making

a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state Is 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? OutKast this Dirty South to death

the Dungeon Family Camp Got this thang lit 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

xplode like booty traps

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