Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
André 3000
Background Vocals
Morris Brown College Gospel Choir
Background Vocals
Kenneth Wright
Keyboards
Matthew Still
Keyboards
D. Whild
Guitar
Donny Mathis
Guitar
Cutmaster Swiff
Scratches
David Sheats
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
David Sheats
Songwriter
Neal Pogue
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earthtone III
Producer
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Recording Engineer
Vincent Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Stokes
Assistant Recording Engineer
James Majors
Editing Engineer
John Horesco IV
Editing Engineer
Pete Novak
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
One, two
One, two, three
[Verse 1]
Yeah, inslumnational underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutangs
You can't stop a train
Who wants some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman telling us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sitting in a drop top, soaking wet
In a silk suit, trying not to sweat
Hitting somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget, 1-9-9-9
Anno Domini, anything goes
Be what you wanna be, long as you know
Consequences are given for living, the fence is
[Verse 2]
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 a baby mamma
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make 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 thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always more, ah!
[Chorus]
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 (Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh)
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
[Verse 3]
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 bumping up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac 'bout five **** deep
Seventy-five MC's freestylin' 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 throwed 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
[Verse 4]
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's onto ya
I'm moving like Floyd, coming straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pulling off my belt 'cause a whippin's in order
Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pitty pat rappers tryna get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryna stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, high!
[Chorus]
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, yeah (Oh, yeah)
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
[Chorus]
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
[Bridge]
Hit me
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Give me some)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
[Bridge]
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some)
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top (Come on, come on)
Bob your head, rag top (Come on, uh, give it to me)
[Outro]
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats