One, Two   One, Two, Three      Yeah   International underground   Thunder pounds   When I stomp the ground   (Wooh!)   Like a million elephants   Or Silverback Orangutangs   You can't stop the train   Who wants some?   Don't come unprepared   I'll be there, but when I leave there   Better be a household name   Weatherman tellin' us   It ain't goin' rain   So now we sittin in a droptop   Soaking wet   In a silk suit trying not to sweat   Hittin' somersaults without the net   But this'll be the year that we won't forget   One, Nine, Nine, Nine      Anno Domini   Anything goes   Be what you want to be   Long that 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 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 bacon, Mamma   Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers   Stack of questions   With no answers   Cure for Cancer   Cure for AIDS   Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days   Get back home   Thangs are wrong   Well not really, it was bad all along   Before your 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 mo'   (Owww!)      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, ahh!)      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)      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 bumpin' up and down the street   Slant back Cadillac   About five niggaz deep   Seventy five MC's   Freestyling 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 threw 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      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   On ya   Moving like Floyd   Comin' straight to Florida   Lock all your windows   Then block the corridors   Pullin off my belt   'Cause a whipping's in order   I'd like a three piece fish   Before I cut your daughter   Yo quiero Taco Bell   Then I hit the border   Piti pat rappers trying to get the five   I'm a microphone fiend   Tryin to stay alive   When you come to ATL   Boy you better not hide   'Cause the Dungeon family goin' ride   High      Don't pull the thang out   Unless you plan to bang   (Bombs over Baghdad)   (Ahh, yeah)   Don't even bang   Unless you plan to hit something   (Bombs over Baghdad)   (Ahh, yeah)      Don't pull the thang out   Unless you plan to bang   (Bombs over Baghdad)   (Ahh, yeah)   Don't even bang   Unless you plan to hit something   (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah)   (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah)   (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah)   (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah)   (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah)      Ai, ai, ai, ai   Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai   Ow, ow, ow   B I G   Ow, ow, ow   B O I   Drop, drop, drop, drop it   Take never brother      Bob your head, rag top   Bob your head, rag top   (Come on, give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   Bob your head, rag top   (Come on)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh, give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh, uh)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh, give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh, uh)   Bob your head, rag top   (Uh, give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Give me some)   Bob your head, rag top   (Come on, come on)   Bob your head, rag top   (Come on, give me some)      Power music, electric revival   Power music, electric revival   Power music, electric revival   ...