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B.O.B. - Bombs Over Baghdad
作词:Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
In-slum-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants with silver back 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 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 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 mo'
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad 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 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? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 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 read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair 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 Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin' off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL, boi, you betta not hide 'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad 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 Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad
Bombs over Baghdad Bombs over Baghdad Bombs over Baghdad Bombs over Baghdad
B I G, B O I [Incomprehensible]
Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top
Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival ...
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