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

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In-slum-national underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground

Like a million elephants with silver back orangutans

You can't stop a train

Who want some? Don't come unprepared

I'll be there but when I leave there

Better be a household name

Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain

So now we sittin' in a drop-top soakin' wet

In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat

Hits somersaults without the net

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

1 9 9 9 Ano Domini anything goes be whatchu wanna be

Long as 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 gon' sell

Then I might catch you a spell look at what came in the mail

A scale and some Arm and Hammer so grow grid and some baby mama

Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers

Stack of question with no answers

Cure for cancer cure for AIDS

Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days

Get back home things are wrong well not really

It was bad all along before you left adds up to a ball of power

Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour

Hello ghetto let your brain breathe believe there's always mo'

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

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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

Uno dos tres it's on

Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?

Like that there boi and will still stay street

Big things happen every time we meet

Like a track team crack fiend dyin' to geek

Outkast bumpin' up and down the street

Slam back Cadillac 'bout five nigga deep

Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat

'Cause we get krunk stay drunk at the club

Should have bought an ounce but you caught the dub

Should have held back but you throwed the punch

'Spose 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 year Jordan

Never turn my back on my kids for them

Should have hit it quit it rag top

(Hit it quit it rag top)

Before you read up get a laptop

Make a business for yourself boy set some goals

Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals

Record number four but we on a roll

Hold up slow up stop control

Like Janet planets Stankonia's on ya

Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows then block the corridors

Pullin' off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order

Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut your daughter

Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border

Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five

I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive

When you come to ATL boi you betta not hide

'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride

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

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

Bombs over Baghdad yeah

Bombs over Baghdad yeah

Bombs over Baghdad yeah

Bombs over Baghdad yeah

B I G B O I

An-An-Andre

To the T O P

Bob your head rag top

Bob your head rag top

Bob your head rag top

1 2 1 2 3 4

Gimme some

Power music electric revival

Power music electric revival

Power music electric revival

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