Blowin` Up lyrics

Artist  : Quo 
Song : Blowin` Up



 Send "Blowin` Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Quo

 

 Blowin' Up

 All woven shorty styles not jokin'

 Not a buffalo Bill so u know there aint no
chokin'

 Wicked on a stage like a bengal in a cage

 Don't try ta approach as I turn the page

 It's the next rhyme this is Quo time

 Curious about the flav that was left in your
mind

 Behold 20 million records gonna be sold

 Before we're even old enough to drive

 So get live as we bust up da stage

 clockin' a grip, kickin' a flip, bustin' a
tic

 While I'm stealin your honey dip

 With quick reaction like Action Jackson

 And this is just a profile of the rhyme tread
traction

 So back the hell up (What?)

 

 Chorus:

 We Blowin' Up

 We come to drop da bomb

 We Blowin' Up

 We come to drop da bomb

 We Blowin' Up

 We come to drop da bomb

 We Blowin' Up

 We come to drop it

 

 Not just to drop da bomb I came to let ya
know

 That we flow, Like ice cream drippin down your
elbow

 Hard but smoov and wet

 Will Quo rip the set bet

 but yo back to the topic at hand

 Understand, a young man

 With soul drippin out da pores

 Openin' up doors, sellin out tours

 Ready to make top core bills with thrills

 Like honeys with chills

 And shakes and shivers all over when I rush
it

 I'm smoother than dooky down the toilet when ya
flush it

 So back up get a grip 

 ya can't come equipped enough to rush the stuff
I let go

 With the ability to knock ya out wuicker than
Riddick Bowe

 Want a piece of this young gun finishin' up the
2nd verse

 So don't interrupt, we blowin' up

 

 Chorus

 Break

 

 A state of mind that ya very seldom enter

 Beginnin' this time with a dope style
inventor

 Who's that? That's me, my bad

 I'm teachin class so grab your pen and your
pad

 The science I'm droppin is gettin hectic

 Bringin you more energy than General Electric

 So drop da bomb, wake the calm

 Try to follow the funky flow from night to
dawn

 Cuz most can't hang with my slicked up style

 A rhythmatically god-gifted child

 So just watch the two get funky

 I'm slammin' harder than Harold Minor when he'z
dunkin'

 We speak fact not fiction

 And we breakin' it all down, you hear no stutter
in our diction

 Because the crew won't stand for it

 The deliverance of our lyric is syrup when u
pour it smoov

 

 Chorus (repeat till fade)