Xplosion
[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
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