Xplosion Lyrics - B-real

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 

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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 cells to the common cold rebel 

Night gets jealous of day play is no longer 

The feelin' gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face 

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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 double XL, 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 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face 

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 it's 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 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade 

We just can't be amazed 

And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face