B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) lyrics
Song information
Artist: Outkast Album: Stankonia
Lyrics
Verse 1: Yeah! Inslumnational underground Thunder pounds When I stomp the ground.(wooh) Like a million elephants Or silver back 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 The weatherman tellin' us It ain't gon' rain So now we sittin in a droptop Soaking wet In a silk suit trying Not to sweat Hittin' somersaults with- Out the net But this'll be the year that we Wont forget 1-9-9-9! Anno domini Anything goes! Be what you want to be Long as you know Consequences Are given for liv- Ing 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 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' (Owwww!)
Hook: 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!) [Repeat x2]
Verse2: 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 buisiness 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's On ya Moving like floyd Comin' straight to florida Lock all your windows Then block the corridors Pullin off my belt 'Cause a whippings 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 gon' ride Ha!
[Hook]
Break down: Bob your head, rag top [Repeat x16]
[Hook x3]
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"Stankonia" album track list
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