Dre) 1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inter-national, Thunder pounds when I stomp the (Woo!) Like a million elephants with orangutans You can't stop a Who want some? come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I there Better be a name man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet In a silk tryin' not to sweat somersaults without the net But be the year that we won't forget One-nine-nine-nine, and anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' Too hot, I'm jumpin' Too low to dig, I might just touch Hot! Get a life, now they sell Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for Get back home, are wrong We're not able to spend all alone Before he left, adds up to a ball of Thousands of thousands miles per Hello, ghetto, let your breathe, there's always more Owwww!
2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to (Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
(Big Boi) Uno, dos, tres, on Did you think a pimp rock a microphone Like that boy and will still stay street Big things happen everytime we Like a track team, crack feind, to geek Outkast up and down the street Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga Seventy-five emcees to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub Should have held back, but you throwed a 'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch No D U to-the G for you Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Never turn my on my kids for them Should have hit, it, rag top Before you read up, get a a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a dime out of dusty coal number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is A movin' floor comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border Penny pap rappers to get the five I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive When you come to A-town well you not hide Cause the Dungeon gonna ride Ha!
2X (Dre) pull the thang out, unless you plan to band (Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah! Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Baghdad! Yeah! Over 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 Bible music. revival