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"Xplosion" lyrics


Featuring 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 

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