OUTKAST - Xplosion Lyrics

[andre]Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globeAnd all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind moveLike smoke patterns, me on my way to saturn wit a bombNumb be it view, or saudi shawtyI figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone winNow won't that make us all foolsLike class clowns praying private ryan comes roundSound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per secondNiggaz in the street they want it hurryWhen niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worryA little knowledge from the college of wizard ray murrayAnswer quick do you know what desire is? huh? Apparently not that's why you get what you gotNow answer this do you know what fire is? yeahThe body of hot, the motivator of potsSnot, spit, shit are characteristics of releaseAsk your niece or nephew, you think we left youWhat the future holds in it's sweaty palmsThank I'm finna vom? ya move like ya mean it she'll cumProm night might excite a down right fight likeWhite blood cell to the common cold rebelNight gets jealous of day play is no longerThe feelin gets stronger than ammonia sticks inhaleHook:We just can't be amazedEven if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3x)And we some home-made bombsFinna blow right up in your face[b-real]Look at the way you look at me I see it on your faceAll your hate emanates but you still hesitateCause you want inside of my head but don't know howTo brainwash me to be a commercial clownFuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching youWhere you workGod only knows all the trouble that growsDeep beneath my soul dealing with you assholesCan I blast those who point the finger at meWho criticize and talk shit so freelyFuck xxl you're a size too smallI should hire eminem so we can kill you allWhether you live to talk shit about the realThen kiss my ass in person how much you love the hillI'm the outcast comin to blaze the grassOutlaw due to my life that's come to passDre, pass me the glass of wineSo I can pour it over my homies grave and mineFor all those who fallen and answered when God was callingJump into my ragtop and get all inI'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozenPop the tape in ignite the xplosionThe world is mine, the world is yours, the world is oursThe world is lost, the world is tossedWe just can't be amazedEven if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3x)And we some home-made bombsFinna blow right up in your face[big boi]With a one-two punch, b-real and andre dropped they versesYour homeboy daddy fat sax playin clean-up so it worsensPeople and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes it's curtainsNo bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerkingMaking a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free stateIs kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that dayJumpin the gun and rushing your flowBabbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's earsFucked up can't hear, atlanta, georgia where y'all at? Outkast this dirty south to death the dungeon family campGot this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end capsMaking that music that make your neck hurtAnd the beats that bother your back in my cadillacSix woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swoleWith the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lapCome in peace but then xplode like booty traps

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