Outkast - B.O.B.
1 2 1 2 3 yeah
Inslumnational underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there but when I leave there
Bet I 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
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 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 ***** 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 more Ahhhhh
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
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 boy and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team crack fiend dyin' to geek
Outkast bumping up and down the street
Slantback Cadillac 'bout 5 *****s deep
75 MC's freestyling 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 a 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 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 plan it Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd coming straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pulling 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
Pitty pat rappers trying to get to 5
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 hah
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
Bombs over Baghdad
Bombs over Baghdad
Bombs over Baghdad
Bombs over Baghdad
Bob your head rag top
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Bob your head rag top
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Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
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Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
Bob your head rag top
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