B.o.b. (bombs Over Baghdad) Lyrics - So You Think You Can Dance

One, Two 

One, Two, Three 

Yeah 

International underground 

Thunder pounds 

When I stomp the ground 

(Wooh!) 

Like a million elephants 

Or Silverback Orangutangs 

You can't stop the train 

Who wants 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 goin' rain 

So now we sittin in a droptop 

Soaking wet 

In a silk suit trying not to sweat 

Hittin' somersaults without the net 

But this'll be the year that we won't forget 

One, Nine, Nine, Nine 

Anno Domini 

Anything goes 

Be what you want to be 

Long that 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 bacon, Mamma 

Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers 

Stack of questions 

With no answers 

Cure for Cancer 

Cure for AIDS 

Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days 

Get back home 

Thangs are wrong 

Well not really, it was bad all along 

Before your 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 mo' 

(Owww!) 

Don't pull the thang out 

Unless you plan to bang 

(Bombs over Baghdad) 

(Yeah, yeah!) 

Don't even bang 

Unless you plan to hit something 

(Bombs over Baghdad) 

(Yeah, ahh!) 

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) 

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 

Dying to geek 

Outkast bumpin' up and down the street 

Slant back Cadillac 

About five niggaz deep 

Seventy five MC's 

Freestyling 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 threw the punch 

Supposed 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 years, Jordan 

Never turned my back on my kids 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 the road 

Hold up, slow up, stop, control 

Like Janet, planet Stankonia 

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 

I'd like a three piece fish 

Before I cut your daughter 

Yo quiero Taco Bell 

Then I hit the border 

Piti 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 goin' ride 

High 

Don't pull the thang out 

Unless you plan to bang 

(Bombs over Baghdad) 

(Ahh, yeah) 

Don't even bang 

Unless you plan to hit something 

(Bombs over Baghdad) 

(Ahh, yeah) 

Don't pull the thang out 

Unless you plan to bang 

(Bombs over Baghdad) 

(Ahh, yeah) 

Don't even bang 

Unless you plan to hit something 

(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) 

(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) 

(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) 

(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) 

(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) 

Ai, ai, ai, ai 

Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai 

Ow, ow, ow 

B I G 

Ow, ow, ow 

B O I 

Drop, drop, drop, drop it 

Take never brother 

Bob your head, rag top 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Come on, give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Come on) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh, give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh, uh) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh, give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh, uh) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Uh, give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Give me some) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Come on, come on) 

Bob your head, rag top 

(Come on, give me some) 

Power music, electric revival 

Power music, electric revival 

Power music, electric revival 

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