"B.O.B." as written by and David A/patton Sheats....
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 máma
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
When I really knew 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', OW!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang 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!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh

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!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang 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!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

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

Bob your head, rag top
(1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

Po-wer music, electric revival!


Lyrics submitted by SNYder

"B.O.B." as written by Antwan Patton Andre Benjamin

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  • +2
    General Commentoutkast has been quoted saying that this song has nothing to do with the current Iraq campaign. Just look at when it was released. they said that it was about people in the music industry only going half-way with things. they said if you are gonna bring it, then make sure you bring it all the way. they used the metaphor of the first bombing of Iraq in the early 90's, the US went about it only half-assed & didn't commit themselves fully.
    redjelloon April 21, 2003   Link
  • +1
    General Commentisn't song about being fucked up on ecstacy or some other drug?
    newfoundfinchon May 16, 2002   Link
  • +1
    General Commentwith songs like this, who needs drugs? it makes me feel soooo good!!
    cyndilouwhoon September 12, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is soooo hot.
    song4juliaon January 21, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentGod they rap quick and damn if they rap intelligently...These are my boys plain and simple, the best rap group since NWA.
    thisboyon February 01, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti thought it was "bible music, electric revival"
    blu_n69on February 06, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentbig boi and andre 3000, two of the best!
    corkyiversonon May 02, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song is so krunk!! i heard it in a kia and the kia was bouncin.
    Drama Princesson June 03, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis IS one of the best rap songs ever recorded. I personaly love it's seemless blending of so many musical styles. What a wonderfull and energetic piece.
    SNYderon July 21, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFuck you
    slim883on August 15, 2002   Link

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