Bombs Over Baghdad Lyrics

Bombs Over Baghdad lyrics

[Dre]
Yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the
ground
(Woo!) Like a million elephants that sit with back
Orangutan, 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
Hit summersaults without the net
But this'll be
the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, with a brother anything
goes, be what 'chu 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 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 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, dying of
heat
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout
five nigga deep,
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to tha beat
'Cause we
get crossed and 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 on ya
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 commin' to A-T-L, but you bet' 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 and
Big Boi]: 16X
Bob your head. Rag top.

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