Outkast Bombs Over Baghdad lyrics

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, yeah

In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants with silver back 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
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget

One nine nine nine, Ano 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 gon' sell, then I might catch you a spell
Look at what came in the mail, a scale and some Arm and Hammer
So grow grid and some 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
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 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 caught the 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 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 a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, 'Control'
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin' 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

Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL Boi you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride

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

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

Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

B I G, B O I
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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

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

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

Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
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