B.O.B.


作詞:A. Benjamin;a. Patton;d. Sheats ╱ 作曲:A. Benjamin、A. Patton、D. Sheats ╱
西洋:1992.10
專輯:Stankonia
歌手: Outkast (流浪者)

歌詞


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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 m醡a
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!

{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

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
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 (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (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 quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist
'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 better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride
hah!

{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G
B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

Bob your head. Rag top.

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{Choir}: 24X
Po-wer music
electric revival

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