Xplosion lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Xplosion



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 "Xplosion"
(feat. B-Real)

[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, sh*t are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm 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
f**k 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 sh*t so freely
f**k XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk sh*t about the Real
Then kiss my as* in person how much you love the
Hill
I'm 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'm 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
f**ked 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