Featured In
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Big Boi
Leadgesang
André 3000
Begleitgesang
Morris Brown College Gospel Choir
Begleitgesang
Kenneth Wright
Tasteninstrumente
Matthew Still
Tasteninstrumente
D. Whild
Gitarre
Donny Mathis
Gitarre
Cutmaster Swiff
Kratzen
David Sheats
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Antwan Patton
Songwriter:in
David Sheats
Songwriter:in
Neal Pogue
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Earthtone III
Produzent:in
John Frye
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Leslie Brathwaite
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Vincent Alexander
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jason Stokes
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
James Majors
Schnitttechniker:in
John Horesco IV
Schnitttechniker:in
Pete Novak
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Dave Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ralph Cacciurri
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
One, two
One, two, three
[Verse 1]
Yeah, inslumnational underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutangs
You can't stop a train
Who wants some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman telling us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sitting in a drop top, soaking wet
In a silk suit, trying not to sweat
Hitting 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 living, the fence is
[Verse 2]
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 mamma
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a **** 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 thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more, ah!
[Chorus]
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 (Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh)
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
[Verse 3]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there, boy, and we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend dying to geek
OutKast bumping up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac 'bout five **** deep
Seventy-five MC's freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub
Should've held back but you throwed the punch
Supposed 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 years, Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids for them
[Verse 4]
Should've 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 the road
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planet Stankonia's onto ya
I'm moving like Floyd, coming straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pulling off my belt 'cause a whippin's in order
Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pitty pat rappers tryna get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryna stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, high!
[Chorus]
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (Yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (Oh, yeah)
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
[Chorus]
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
[Bridge]
Hit me
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Give me some)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
[Bridge]
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Come on, come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on, uh, give it to me)
[Outro]
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats