Be what you want to be, long as you know
A scale and some Arm & Hammer.
Big things happen every time we meet
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Should've bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Like a track team, crack fiend, dying to geek
Then I might cast you a spell
In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat
Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
Got a son on the way, by the name of Bamboo
Consequences are given for living the fence is
Thunder pounds, when I stomp the ground, wooh
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Better be a household name
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
I might just touch hell, hot
Moving like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Too high to jump in jail, too low to dig
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha
Get a life, now they on sale
Well, not really, it was bad all along
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Never turned my back on my kids for them
Slant back Cadillac, about five niggaz deep
Like that there, boy and we still stay street
So now we sittin' in a droptop, soakin' wet
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Before your left, adds up to a ball of power
Stack of questions with no answers
But this'll be the year that we won't forget, 1 9 9 9
Like a million elephants or silver back orang utangs
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Supposed to meet your girl, but you packed a lunch
The weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
Seventy-five MC's freestyling to the beat
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Anno Domini, anything goes
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Should've held back, but you threw the punch
You can't stop the train, who wants some?
Did you ever think a pimp, rock a microphone?
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
I'd like a three-piece fish, before I cut your daughter
Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Yeah, Inslumnational Underground
Bob your head, rag top
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Record number four, but we on the road
Power music, electric revival
Believe there's always mo', oww
Hittin' somersaults without the net
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Soul gold grill, and a baby mamma
Look at what came in the mail
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Bob your head, rag top
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
No D to the U to the G for you
Before you're up, get a laptop
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Got a little baby girl, four years Jordan
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
OutKast bumpin' up and down the street
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Make a buisiness for yourself, boy set some goals
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bob your head, rag top
Get back home, thangs are wrong
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Piti pat rappers tryin' to get the five
When you come to A Town, boy, you better not hide
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Don't come unprepared
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Power music, electric revival
Pullin' off my belt, 'cause a whipping's in order
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
