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    B.o.b. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

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    Added 20 February 2008 user AND1

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    [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
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