(One, two, one, two, three, yeah)

In-slum-national, underground,
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground.
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans,
You can't stop a train
Who want some, don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but, when I leave there,
Better be a household name
Weatherman 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,
'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
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 mamma,
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
'Fore 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

Don't pull the thing out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
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,
Slam back Cadillac 'bout five niggas deep
Seventy-five MCs free-styling to the beat
'Cause we get drunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should've held back, but you throwed 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 year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
Before you read 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, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd, coming straight for Florida
Lock all your windows and block the quarters
Pulling off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fist 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rapper trying to get to five
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 Ha

Don't pull the thing out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad

Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

Bob your head, rag top

Power music, electric revival

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  • +4
    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
  • +2
    General Commentisn't song about being fucked up on ecstacy or some other drug?
    newfoundfinchon May 16, 2002   Link
  • +2
    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
  • +2
    General Commentwith songs like this, who needs drugs? it makes me feel soooo good!!
    cyndilouwhoon September 13, 2002   Link
  • +1
    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 CommentThis song is soooo hot.
    song4juliaon January 21, 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 04, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFuck you
    slim883on August 15, 2002   Link

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