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    Текст песни Outcast - BoB

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    [Dre]
    1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
    Inter-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, soaken' 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, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
    Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
    Too hot, I'm jumpin' 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 mЁўma
    Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers
    Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
    Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
    Get back home, things are wrong
    We're not really able to spend all alone
    before he left, (?), to a ball of power
    Thousands of thousands miles per hour
    Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,
    believe there's always more
    Ahhhhh!

    Chorus: 2X
    [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
    {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
    [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
    Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
    {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
    {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

    [Big Boi]
    Uno, dos, tres, it's on
    Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
    Like that there boy 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 dime out of dusty coal
    Record number four, but we on a roll
    Hold up, slow up, stop, control
    Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
    A movin' like floor commin' 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 A-town well you better not hide
    cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride
    Hah!

    Chorus: 2X
    [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
    {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
    [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
    Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
    {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
    {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

    {Choir}
    Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
    Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
    Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
    Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

    [Dre]
    B-I-G, B-O-I
    An-An-Andre
    To the T-O-P

    [Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
    Bob your head. Rag top.

    (1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

    {Choir}: 23X
    Bible music. Electric revival.

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