Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad), artist - OutKast. Date of issue: 18.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) |
| 1, 2. 1, 2, 3; |
| yeah! |
| In-slum-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, 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 mma |
| 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', OWWWW! |
| Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah! |
| Ha ha yeah! |
| Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah! |
| Uhh-huh |
| 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 (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 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, hah! |
| Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah! |
| Ha ha yeah! |
| Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah! |
| Uhh-huh |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah |
| Bombs over Baghdad! |
| Yeah |
| An-An-Andre |
| To the T-O-P |
| Bob your head. |
| Rag top. |
| (1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some) |
| Po-wer music, electric revival |