Quo - Blowin' Up (Don't Stop The Music) lyrics

Yes indeed we blowin' up with speed Come to lift the part up with the rhymes we weave All woven shorty styles not jokin' Not a buffalo Bill so u know there ain't no chokin' Wicked on a stage like a bengal in a cage Don't try ta approach as I turn the page It's the next rhyme this is Quo time Curious about the flav that was left in your mind Behold 20 million records gonna be sold Before we're even old enough to drive So get live as we bust up da stage Clockin' a grip, kickin' a flip, bustin' a tic While I'm stealin your honey dip With quick reaction like Action Jackson And this is just a profile of the rhyme tread traction So back the hell up (What?) [Chorus:] We Blowin' Up We come to drop da bomb We Blowin' Up We come to drop da bomb We Blowin' Up We come to drop da bomb We Blowin' Up We come to drop it Not just to drop da bomb I came to let ya know That we flow, Like ice cream drippin down your elbow Hard but smoov and wet Will Quo rip the set bet But yo back to the topic at hand Understand, a young man With soul drippin out da pores Openin' up doors, sellin out tours Ready to make top core bills with thrills Like honeys with chills And shakes and shivers all over when I rush it I'm smoother than dooky down the toilet when ya flush it So back up get a grip Ya can't come equipped enough to rush the stuff I let go With the ability to knock ya out wuicker than Riddick Bowe Want a piece of this young gun finishin' up the 2nd verse So don't interrupt, we blowin' up [Chorus] [Break] A state of mind that ya very seldom enter Beginnin' this time with a dope style inventor Who's that? That's me, my bad I'm teachin cla** so grab your pen and your pad The science I'm droppin is gettin hectic Bringin you more energy than General Electric So drop da bomb, wake the calm Try to follow the funky flow from night to dawn Cuz most can't hang with my slicked up style A rhythmatically god-gifted child So just watch the two get funky I'm slammin' harder than Harold Minor when he'z dunkin' We speak fact not fiction And we breakin' it all down, you hear no stutter in our diction Because the crew won't stand for it The deliverance of our lyric is syrup when u pour it smoov [Chorus: repeat till fade]