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Outkast

B.O.B. (Zack De La Rocha Remix)

 

B.O.B. (Zack De La Rocha Remix)


[André 3000:]
One, two
One, two, three, yeah!

Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop the train
Who want some don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man telling us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sitting in a drop-top, soaking wet
In a silk suit, trying not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini anything goes
Be what you wanna be as long as you know
Consequences are given for living
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 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 adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more, ah!

[André 3000 (Morris Brown College Gospel Choir):]
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!)
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!)

[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 to geek
OutKast bumping up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep
75 MCs freestyling to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but cha copped a dub
Should've held back, but cha threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl but cha 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 turned my back on my kids, there 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 a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control"
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd, coming straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
Pulling off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity pat rappers trying to get to 5
I'm a microphone fiend trying to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, high!

[André 3000 (Morris Brown College Gospel Choir):]
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!)
Yeah, 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! Yeah!)

[Morris Brown College Gospel Choir:]
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah!

[André 3000:]
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
One, two, one, two, three, let's go

[André 3000 (Morris Brown College Gospel Choir):]
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!)
Yeah, 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!)
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!)
Yeah, 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!)

done

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