Songtekst:
[Dre]В
1, 2 1, 2, 3; yeah!В
Inter-national, undergroundВ
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)В
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutansВ
You can't stop a trainВ
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-paredВ
I'll be there, but when I leave thereВ
Better be a household nameВ
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rainВ
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wetВ
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweatВ
Hits somersaults without the netВ
But this'll be the year that we won't forgetВ
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna beВ
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defensesВ
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jailВ
Too low to dig, I might just touch hellВ
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sellВ
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mailВ
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mВЁ¢maВ
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answersВ
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDSВ
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for daysВ
Get back home, things are wrongВ
We're not really able to spend all aloneВ
before he left, (?), to a ball of powerВ
Thousands of thousands miles per hourВ
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,В
believe there's always moreВ
Ahhhhh!В
Chorus: 2XВ
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!В
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
{Dre Yeah! Uhh-huhВ
[Big Boi]В
Uno, dos, tres, it's onВ
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?В
Like that there boy and will still stay streetВ
Big things happen every time we meetВ
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geekВ
Outkast bumpin' up and down the streetВ
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deepВ
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beatВ
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the clubВ
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dubВ
Should have held back, but you throwed the punchВ
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunchВ
No D to-the U to-the G for youВ
Got a son on the way by the name of BambooВ
Got a little baby girl four year, JordanВ
Never turn my back on my kids for themВ
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)В
Before you read up, get a laptopВ
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goalsВ
Make a fair dime out of dusty coalВ
Record number four, but we on a rollВ
Hold up, slow up, stop, controlВ
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is onlyВ
A movin' like floor commin' straight to FloridaВ
Lock all your windows then block the quartersВ
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in orderВ
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughterВ
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the borderВ
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the fiveВ
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay aliveВ
When you come to A-town well you better not hideВ
cause the Dungeon Family gonna rideВ
Hah!В
Chorus: 2XВ
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!В
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
{Dre Yeah! Uhh-huhВ
{ChoirВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
[Dre]В
B-I-G, B-O-IВ
An-An-AndreВ
To the T-O-PВ
[Dre and Big Boi]: 15XВ
Bob your head Rag topВ
(1, 2 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)В
{Choir: 23XВ
Bible music Electric revival
1, 2 1, 2, 3; yeah!В
Inter-national, undergroundВ
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)В
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutansВ
You can't stop a trainВ
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-paredВ
I'll be there, but when I leave thereВ
Better be a household nameВ
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rainВ
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wetВ
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweatВ
Hits somersaults without the netВ
But this'll be the year that we won't forgetВ
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna beВ
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defensesВ
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jailВ
Too low to dig, I might just touch hellВ
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sellВ
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mailВ
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mВЁ¢maВ
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answersВ
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDSВ
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for daysВ
Get back home, things are wrongВ
We're not really able to spend all aloneВ
before he left, (?), to a ball of powerВ
Thousands of thousands miles per hourВ
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,В
believe there's always moreВ
Ahhhhh!В
Chorus: 2XВ
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!В
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
{Dre Yeah! Uhh-huhВ
[Big Boi]В
Uno, dos, tres, it's onВ
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?В
Like that there boy and will still stay streetВ
Big things happen every time we meetВ
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geekВ
Outkast bumpin' up and down the streetВ
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deepВ
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beatВ
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the clubВ
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dubВ
Should have held back, but you throwed the punchВ
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunchВ
No D to-the U to-the G for youВ
Got a son on the way by the name of BambooВ
Got a little baby girl four year, JordanВ
Never turn my back on my kids for themВ
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)В
Before you read up, get a laptopВ
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goalsВ
Make a fair dime out of dusty coalВ
Record number four, but we on a rollВ
Hold up, slow up, stop, controlВ
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is onlyВ
A movin' like floor commin' straight to FloridaВ
Lock all your windows then block the quartersВ
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in orderВ
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughterВ
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the borderВ
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the fiveВ
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay aliveВ
When you come to A-town well you better not hideВ
cause the Dungeon Family gonna rideВ
Hah!В
Chorus: 2XВ
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bangВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!В
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit somethingВ
{Choir Bombs over Baghdad!В
{Dre Yeah! Uhh-huhВ
{ChoirВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
Bombs over Baghdad! YeahВ
[Dre]В
B-I-G, B-O-IВ
An-An-AndreВ
To the T-O-PВ
[Dre and Big Boi]: 15XВ
Bob your head Rag topВ
(1, 2 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)В
{Choir: 23XВ
Bible music Electric revival
