B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) [Zack De La Rocha Remix]
OutKast, Zack de la Rocha
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One, two One, two, three, yeah Yeah, inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants or silverback 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 Hit somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget 1-9-9-9, Anno 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 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 a 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', ow 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, uh) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (ha, ha, ha) Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad 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 copped a 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 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 a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide 'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha 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 (uh, yeah) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, 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 Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top C'mon, bob your head, rag top One, two, one, two, three, let's go 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) Yeah, 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) 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) Yeah, 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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Written by: David Sheats, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton
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