Xplosion Lyrics - OutKast
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 is Dirty South tha deaf, the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang licked 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 Caad-iiii-llac
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
Writer: FREEZE, LOUIS M. / JOHNSON, ERIN G. / BENJAMIN, ANDRE / PATTON, ANTWAN / SHEATS, DAVID A.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP, EMI Music Publishing
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