B.O.B. Testo

[Dre]Ý 
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!Ý 
Inter-national, undergroundÝ 
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)Ý 
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutansÝ 

You can't stop a trainÝ 
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-paredÝ 
I'll be there, but when I leave thereÝ 
Better be a household nameÝ 
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rainÝ 
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wetÝ 
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweatÝ 
Hits somersaults without the netÝ 
But this'll be the year that we won't forgetÝ 
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna beÝ 
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defensesÝ 
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jailÝ 
Too low to dig, I might just touch hellÝ 
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sellÝ 
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mailÝ 
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mݨ¢maÝ 
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answersÝ 
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDSÝ 
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for daysÝ 
Get back home, things are wrongÝ 
We're not really able to spend all aloneÝ 
before he left, (?), to a ball of powerÝ 
Thousands of thousands miles per hourÝ 
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,Ý 
believe there's always moreÝ 
Ahhhhh!Ý 

Chorus: 2XÝ 
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangÝ 
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!Ý 
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!Ý 
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingÝ 
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!Ý 
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huhÝ 

[Big Boi]Ý 
Uno, dos, tres, it's onÝ 
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?Ý 
Like that there boy and will still stay streetÝ 
Big things happen every time we meetÝ 
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geekÝ 
Outkast bumpin' up and down the streetÝ 
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deepÝ 
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beatÝ 
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the clubÝ 
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dubÝ 
Should have held back, but you throwed the punchÝ 
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunchÝ 
No D to-the U to-the G for youÝ 
Got a son on the way by the name of BambooÝ 
Got a little baby girl four year, JordanÝ 
Never turn my back on my kids for themÝ 
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)Ý 
Before you read up, get a laptopÝ 
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goalsÝ 
Make a fair dime out of dusty coalÝ 
Record number four, but we on a rollÝ 
Hold up, slow up, stop, controlÝ 
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is onlyÝ 
A movin' like floor commin' straight to FloridaÝ 
Lock all your windows then block the quartersÝ 
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in orderÝ 
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughterÝ 
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the borderÝ 
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the fiveÝ 
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay aliveÝ 
When you come to A-town well you better not hideÝ 
cause the Dungeon Family gonna rideÝ 
Hah!Ý 

Chorus: 2XÝ 
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangÝ 
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!Ý 
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!Ý 
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingÝ 
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!Ý 
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huhÝ 

{Choir}Ý 
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahÝ 
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahÝ 
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahÝ 
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahÝ 

[Dre]Ý 
B-I-G, B-O-IÝ 
An-An-AndreÝ 
To the T-O-PÝ 

[Dre and Big Boi]: 15XÝ 
Bob your head. Rag top.Ý 

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)Ý 

{Choir}: 23XÝ 
Bible music. Electric revival.