Outkast Lyrics
"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, 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'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
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 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
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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