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Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
Like a elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon'
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a suit tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I just touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really to spend all alone
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's always
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like that there boy and will stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a track team, crack feind, to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a fair out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like floor comin' straight to
Lock all your windows block the quarters
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) pull the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you to hit something
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)
B-I-G,

To the

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X
Bob head. Rag top.

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

(Choir) 23X
music. Electric revival