B.O.B. by Outkast | lyrics[fix or update these lyrics]
Stankonia (2000)
1...2...
123 YEAH
Inslumnational
Underground thunder pounds
When I stomp the ground
[WHOOO!]
Like a million elephants
or silver-back orangatangs
You can't stop the train
Who want some?
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
But when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman 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
will this be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9
And remainig
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 you might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life now they on sale
Then I might catch you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and 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 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
Thousands and thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more
AAAAHHHHH!
Don't pull that 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 that 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
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
Tryin to geek
Outkast bumpin up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac about five niggas deep
Seventy-five MCs
Free-stylin' 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 brought the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
But you packed the lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Gotta little baby girl four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids, there for them
Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
Before you RE up, get a laptop
Make business for yourself boy
Set some goals
Make a fat diamond
Out of dusy 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 the windows
Then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt cuz a whipping's in order
I like a three-piece fish
Before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border
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
Gon ride, HIGH!
Don't pull that 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 that 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
(Repeat)
Break down
Rock your head, rag top
(Repeat)
Power music
Electric revival
(Repeat)
Dre]
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
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, soaken' 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, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' 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 m__ma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,
believe there's always more
Ahhhhh!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Big Boi]
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 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 (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, '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 A-town well you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Hah!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
{Choir}
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P
[Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
{Choir}: 23X
Bible music. Electric revival
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