Blowin’ Up (Don’t Stop The Music) (Teddy Riley Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 you know there ain't no chokin' Wicked on a stage like a bengal in a cage Don't try to 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 the 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 the bomb We blowin' up We come to drop the bomb We blowin' up We come to drop the bomb We blowin' up We come to drop it [Verse 2] Not just to drop the bomb I came to let you know That we flow, like ice cream drippin' down your elbow Hard but smooth 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 second verse So don't interrupt, we blowin' up [Chorus] [Break] [Verse 3] A state of mind that you very seldom enter Beginnin' this time with a dope style inventor Who's that? That's me, my bad I'm teachin class so grab your pen and your pad The science I'm droppin' is gettin' hectic Bringin' you more energy than General Electric So drop the 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's 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 you pour it smooth [Chorus (repeat till fade)]