作曲 : David Sheats/Antwan Patton/Erin Johnson/Louis Freese/André Benjamin Hello lord, it's me again I just wanna make love to 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 Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon' 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 Niggas in the street they want it, hurry When niggas stop 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? Apparently not, that's why you get what you got Now answer this: do you know what fire is? 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 Think I'm finna vom'? You move it like you mean it, she'll come 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 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 **** 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 **** 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 coming to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dré, 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 explosion 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 André drop 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, oh Making a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state It's 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 ****ed up, can't hear Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? (right here) OutKast this Dirty South to death 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 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 explode like boobie 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
[00:00.000] 作曲 : David Sheats/Antwan Patton/Erin Johnson/Louis Freese/André Benjamin [00:19.443] Hello lord, it's me again [00:20.938] I just wanna make love to the whole globe [00:23.321] And all her girlfriends [00:24.395] Now don't that make ya mind move [00:25.916] Like smoke patterns [00:26.876] Me on my way to Saturn wit' a bomb [00:28.485] Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty [00:30.586] I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon' win [00:33.855] Now won't that make us all fools, like class clowns [00:36.331] Praying Private Ryan comes 'round [00:38.067] Sound travels at one-thousand-one-thirty feet per second [00:41.303] Niggas in the street they want it, hurry [00:42.848] When niggas stop biting that's when 3000 starts to worry [00:45.189] A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray [00:47.581] Answer quick: do you know what desire is? [00:49.828] Apparently not, that's why you get what you got [00:52.113] Now answer this: do you know what fire is? [00:54.690] The body of hot, the motivator of pots [00:56.886] Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release [00:59.835] Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you [01:01.867] What the future holds in its sweaty palms [01:03.602] Think I'm finna vom'? [01:04.644] You move it like you mean it, she'll come [01:06.635] Prom night might excite a down right fight like [01:09.076] White blood cells to the common cold rebel [01:11.094] Night gets jealous of day, play is no longer [01:13.619] The feelin' gets stronger than ammonia sticks inhale [01:16.142] We just can't be amazed [01:17.307] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [01:20.300] We just can't be amazed [01:21.972] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [01:24.936] We just can't be amazed [01:26.673] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [01:29.699] We just can't be amazed [01:31.350] And we some home-made bombs [01:33.152] Finna blow right up in your face [01:35.397] Look at the way you look at me, I see it on your face [01:37.379] All your hate emanates, but you still hesitate [01:39.773] 'Cause you want inside of my head, but don't know how [01:42.123] To brainwash me to be a commercial clown [01:44.617] **** that, I see the way you were [01:46.382] See the way you smirk [01:47.629] I'm catching you where you work [01:49.203] God only knows all the trouble that grows [01:51.432] Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes [01:53.914] Can I blast those who point the finger at me [01:56.466] Who criticize and talk shit so freely [01:58.762] **** XXL—you're a size too small [02:01.162] I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all [02:03.512] Whether you live to talk shit about the Real [02:05.918] Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill [02:08.331] I'm the outcast coming to blaze the grass [02:10.667] Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass [02:13.162] Dré, pass me the glass of wine [02:15.457] So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine [02:17.759] For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling [02:20.251] Jump into my ragtop and get all in [02:22.083] I'm the bomb, planted in your car—why you frozen? [02:24.965] Pop the tape in ignite the explosion [02:27.349] The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours [02:30.053] The world is lost, the world is tossed [02:31.666] We just can't be amazed [02:33.097] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [02:36.249] We just can't be amazed [02:38.005] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [02:41.126] We just can't be amazed [02:42.911] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [02:45.763] We just can't be amazed [02:47.487] And we some home-made bombs [02:49.077] Finna blow right up in your face [02:51.139] With a one-two punch [02:52.160] B-Real and André drop they verses [02:53.569] Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up, so it worsens [02:55.898] People and persons on the opposite teams, oh, yes, its curtains [02:58.182] No bullets burpin', oh, just lyrically twerking, oh [03:00.614] Making a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state [03:02.967] It's kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day [03:05.344] Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow [03:06.804] Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer [03:08.538] Got the public's ears ****ed up, can't hear [03:10.770] Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? (right here) [03:12.617] OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp [03:14.680] Got this thang licked like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps [03:17.090] Making that music that make your neck hurt [03:18.447] And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac [03:20.399] Six woofers and four amps [03:21.918] Lo pro vogues on swole, with the carriage lamps [03:24.353] Diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap [03:26.594] Come in peace, but then explode like boobie traps [03:28.864] We just can't be amazed [03:30.356] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [03:33.241] We just can't be amazed [03:35.188] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [03:38.006] We just can't be amazed [03:39.842] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [03:42.735] We just can't be amazed [03:44.616] And we some home-made bombs [03:45.994] Finna blow right up in your face
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