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