文本歌词

B.O.B. - 政法新音乐
Lyrics by：David Sheat
Composed by：David Sheat
One two one two three yeah
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 maker
Black cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer cure for aids
Make a n***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 thousands miles per hour
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah ha ha yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah uhh huh
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah ha ha yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah uhh huh
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over baghdad
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 n***a 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
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah ha ha yeah
Even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah uhh huh
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over baghdad
Yeah ha ha yeah
Even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over baghdad
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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