Outkast - B.o.b. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Lyrics

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One two

One two three

Yeah

International underground

Thunder pounds

When i stomp the ground

(wooh!)

Like a million elephants

Or silverback orangutangs

You can't stop the train

Who wants some?

Don't come unprepared

I'll be there but when i leave there

Better be a household name

Weatherman tellin' us

It ain't goin' rain

So now we sittin in a droptop

Soaking wet

In a silk suit trying not to sweat

Hittin' somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

One nine nine nine

Anno domini

Anything goes

Be what you want to be

Long that you know

Consequences are given for livin'

The fence is

Too high to jump in jail

Too low to dig

I might just touch hell

Hot

Get a life now they on sale

Then i might cast you a spell

Look at what came in the mail

A scale and some arm & hammer

Soul gold grill and bacon mamma

Black cadillac and a pack of pampers

Stack of questions

With no answers

Cure for cancer

Cure for aids

Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days

Get back home

Thangs are wrong

Well not really it was bad all along

Before your left adds up to a ball of power

Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour

Hello ghetto

Let your brain breathe

Believe there's always mo'

(owww!)

Don't pull the thang out

Unless you plan to bang

(bombs over baghdad)

(yeah yeah!)

Don't even bang

Unless you plan to hit something

(bombs over baghdad)

(yeah ahh!)

Don't pull the thang out

Unless you plan to bang

(bombs over baghdad)

(yeah!)

Don't even bang

Unless you plan to hit something

(bombs over baghdad)

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Uno dos tres

It's on

Did you ever think a pimp

Rock a microphone?

Like that there boy

And we still stay street

Big things happen every time we meet

Like a track team crack fiend

Dying to geek

Outkast bumpin' up and down the street

Slant back cadillac

About five niggaz deep

Seventy five mc's

Freestyling to the beat

'cause we get crunk

Stay drunk at the club

Should've bought an ounce

But you copped a dub

Should've held back

But you threw the punch

Supposed to meet your girl

But you packed a lunch

No d to the u to the g for you

Got a son on the way

By the name of bamboo

Got a little baby girl

Four years jordan

Never turned my back on my kids for them

Should've hit it quit it rag top

Before you're up

Get a laptop

Make a business for yourself boy

Set some goals

Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals

Record number four

But we on the road

Hold up slow up stop control

Like janet planet stankonia

On ya

Moving like floyd

Comin' straight to florida

Lock all your windows

Then block the corridors

Pullin off my belt

'cause a whipping's in order

I'd like a three piece fish

Before i cut your daughter

Yo quiero taco bell

Then i hit the border

Piti pat rappers trying to get the five

I'm a microphone fiend

Tryin to stay alive

When you come to atl

Boy you better not hide

'cause the dungeon family goin' ride

High

Don't pull the thang out

Unless you plan to bang

(bombs over baghdad)

(ahh yeah)

Don't even bang

Unless you plan to hit something

(bombs over baghdad)

(ahh yeah)

Don't pull the thang out

Unless you plan to bang

(bombs over baghdad)

(ahh yeah)

Don't even bang

Unless you plan to hit something

(bombs over baghdad yeah)

(bombs over baghdad yeah)

(bombs over baghdad yeah)

(bombs over baghdad yeah)

(bombs over baghdad yeah)

Ai ai ai ai

Ai ai ai ai ai

Ow ow ow

B i g

Ow ow ow

B o i

Drop drop drop drop it

Take never brother

Bob your head rag top

Bob your head rag top

(come on give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(give me some)

Bob your head rag top

Bob your head rag top

(come on)

Bob your head rag top

(uh give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(uh uh)

Bob your head rag top

(uh)

Bob your head rag top

(uh give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(uh uh)

Bob your head rag top

(uh give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(give me some)

Bob your head rag top

(come on come on)

Bob your head rag top

(come on give me some)

Power music electric revival

Power music electric revival

Power music electric revival

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