OutKast — B.O.B. Bombs Over Baghdad Zack de la Rocha Remix

[Intro: André 3000] One, two One, two, three, yeah! [Verse 1: André 3000] Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo) Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans 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 But this'll be the year that we won't forget 1-9-9-9, Anno Domini anything goes Be what you wanna be as 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 & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mama 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 Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe Believe there's always more, ah [Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] 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 [Verse 2: 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 dying to geek OutKast bumpin' up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep 75 MCs freestyling to the beat 'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Should've bought an ounce, but ya copped a dub Should've held back, but ya threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but ya 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 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 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, 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 whipping's in order 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 to 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! [Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] 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, 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 [Bridge: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah 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 (One, two, one, two, three, let's go) Bob your head, rag top [Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] 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, 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 Yeah, 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