Текст (слова) песни: Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

[Dre]
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 mбma
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!

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 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!

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]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

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

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

{Choir}: 23X
Po-wer music, electric revival

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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 mбma 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! 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 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! 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] B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P [Dre and Big Boi]: 15X Bob your head. Rag top. (1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some) {Choir}: 23X Po-wer music, electric revival Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни B.O.B. 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