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Video Karaoke Liedje B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) - OutKast

Deze opname is een cover van B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) beroemd gemaakt door OutKast

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Gekleurde achtergrond \ Zwarte achtergrond

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Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Tempo: variabel (rond 154 BPM)

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: B♭m

Tijdsduur: 05:04 - Preview aan: 02:10

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Release datum: 2000
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Alternative rock, Dans, Rock, Engels
Componists: André 3000, Big Boi, David Sheats

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Lyrics B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

One
Two
One two three yeah
Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutan
You can't stop the train
Who want some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there but when I leave there
Bet I'll 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
Hit 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 wanna be as 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 on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer
Cure for AIDS
Make a nigga 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
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Yeah
Yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Yeah
Uh uh uh
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Uh huh huh
Yeah don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Uno dos tres
It's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone
Like that there boy 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
Slant back Cadillac 'bout five niggas deep
Seventy-five MCs freestylin' to the beat
'Cos 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-year, 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 coal
Record number four but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up
Stop, Control
Like Janet, Planet
Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd
Comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt 'cos a whippin's in order
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get to five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boy you better not hide 'cos the Dungeon Family gon' ride hah hah
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Ayy
Yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Ayy
Yeah
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
Bob your head
Rag-top
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