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B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) (Zack de la Rocha Remix)

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One, two

One, two, three...

Yeah, inslumnational, underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)

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

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

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 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 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 mama

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 more, ow

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (ha, ha, ha)

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad

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

75 MC's freestylin' to the beat

'Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club

Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a 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, quit it, rag-top

Before you re-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, Planet, Stankonia's on ya

Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows, then block the corridors

Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order

Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter

Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border

Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five

I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive

When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide

'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (oh, yeah)

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad (oh, yeah)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

Bob your head, rag top

C'mon, bob your head, rag top

Bob your head, rag top

C'mon, bob your head, rag top

Bob your head, rag top

C'mon, bob your head, rag top

Bob your head, rag top

C'mon, bob your head, rag top

Bob your head, rag top

C'mon, bob your head, rag top

One, two, one, two, three, let's go

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

(Bombs over Baghdad)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

(Bombs over Baghdad) oh, yeah

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

(Bombs over Baghdad)

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