Outkast - Bombs Over Baghdad Lyrics

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(Dre)

1 2... 1 2 3; yeah!

Inslumnational underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)

Like a million elephants and silver back orangutangs

You can't stop a train

Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared

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

Hittin' somersaults without the net

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

One-nine-nine-nine and reminded anything goes

Be what you 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 on sale

Then I might cast you a spell

Look at what came in the mail

A scale and some Arm and Hammer

Solid gold grill and a baby's m`ama

Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers

Stack of questions with no answers

Cure for cancer cure for AIDS

Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days

Get back home thangs are wrong

Well not really it was bad all along

Before you 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

Owwww!

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Chorus: 2X

(Dre) Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang

(Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

(Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)

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 everytime we meet

Like a track team crack fiend dyin' to geek

Outkast bumpin' up and down the street

Slant back Cadillac 'bout five niggas deep

Seventy-five mc's freestylin' to the beat

Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club

Should have bought an ounce but you copped a dub

Should have held back but cha threw the punch

'Spose to meet your girl but cha 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 there for them

Should have 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 the road

Hold up slow up stop control

Like Janet planet Stankonias on ya

Movin' like floyd comin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows then block the corridors

Pullin' off my belt cause a whippins in order

I like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter

Yo quiero Taco Bell then i hit the border

Pity pat rappers tryin' to get the five

On my microphone name tryin' to stay alive

When you come to A-T-L boy you better not hide

Cause the Dungeon Family gone ride

High!

Chorus: 2X

(Dre) Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang

(Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

(Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)

Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)

B-I-G B-O-I

An-An-Andre

To the T-O-P

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X

Bob your head. Rag top.

(12...1234) (Gimme some)

(Choir) 23X

Power music. Electric revival.

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