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Outkast - Bombs Over Baghdad (B.O.B) Lyrics

 

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Artist: Outkast
Song: Bombs Over Baghdad (B.O.B)

Lyrics:

(Dre 3000)
Yeah, International underground thunder pounds when i stomp the ground,
Like a million elephants with silver back orangatangs you can't stop a train.
Who wants some? Dont come Unprepared, I'll be there but when i leave there, better be a household name, wheather man tellin us it aint gonna rain.
so now we sitting in a drop top soakin wet, in a silk suit trying not to sweat, Hit somersults without the net, this'll b the year that we wont forget, 1-9-9-9 Ano Domini anythin goes, Be what you wanna be long as you know consequences are giving for living, 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 cast you a spell, Look at what came in the mail, a scale and some Arm n' Hammer, soul gold grill and a baby mamma, black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers, cure for Cancer cure for AIDS, make a n*gg* 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 thousand miles per hour, Hello ghetto let your brain breathe, Believe there's always mo'

Chorus:
Dont pull that thang out unless u plan to bang, BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD, Dont even bang unless you plan to hit something, BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD, yeah (repeat)

(Big Boi)
Unos, 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 'bout 5 n*gg*z deep
75 MC's free styling 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
Bot little baby girl four years Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids, there 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
Records number four but we on the road
Hold up, Slow up, Stop, Control
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
Pullin' off myself 'cause a whippings in order
I like a 3 piece fish before i cut your daughter
Yo querio Taco Bell then i hit the boarder
Pity 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 gone ride.HIGH!

(Chorus)

Bob your head, rag top (repeat 16x)

Power Music, Electric Revial (repeat 23x)

 

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