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B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) - Cutmaster Swiff Remix
Outkast; Cutmaster Swiff
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Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (uh)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (uh)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, three, four)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (ha ha ha, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Yeah, in slum national underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants or silver-back orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
But 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
Hittin' somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and the remedy
Anything goes, do what you wanna be
'Long as you know consequences
Are given for livin' defenses
Too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch Hell
Hot, feelin' like money on sale
Said I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer
Gold, 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 ass up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo' (oww!)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (ha ha ha, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think I felt rockin' microphones
Like that there boy, and was still stay street?
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a trashcan, cat came dyin' to geek
OutKast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
75 MCs freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but you copped the dub
Should've held back, but you throwed a punch
'Posed 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've hit it, quit it, rag-top
'Fore you eat up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a roll
Add up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia, Tonier
Move it like floor comes straight from Florida
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
Put a knuckle belt, 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Your ghetto Taco Bell's finna hit the border
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' 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 Dutty Family gon' ride, ha!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
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Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (get'cha, c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, one, two, three, four)
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