Songwriter: André 3000 Big Boi Mr. DJ
Producer: Rage Against the Machine Zack de la Rocha Earthtone III
[Intro: André 3000]
One, two
One, two, three, yeah!
[Verse 1: André 3000]
Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop the train
Who want 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 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
1-9-9-9, 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 & Hammer
Soul gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions 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
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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
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
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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 dying to geek
OutKast bumpin' up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep
75 MCs freestyling to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but ya copped a dub
Should've held back, but ya threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl but ya 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, there 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 a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control"
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's 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
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity pat rappers trying to get to five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, high!
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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, 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
[Bridge: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
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 (One, two, one, two, three, let's go)
Bob your head, rag top
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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, 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
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, 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
One, two
One, two, three, yeah!
[Verse 1: André 3000]
Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop the train
Who want 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 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
1-9-9-9, 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 & Hammer
Soul gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of questions 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
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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
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
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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 dying to geek
OutKast bumpin' up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep
75 MCs freestyling to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but ya copped a dub
Should've held back, but ya threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl but ya 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, there 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 a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control"
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's 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
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity pat rappers trying to get to five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, high!
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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, 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
[Bridge: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
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 (One, two, one, two, three, let's go)
Bob your head, rag top
[Chorus: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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, 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
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, 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
Stankonia
- B.O.B.
- We Luv Deez Hoez
- ?
- Intro
- I’m Cool (Interlude)
- D.F. (Interlude)
- Kim & Cookie (Interlude)
- Good Hair (Interlude)
- Drinkin’ Again (Interlude)
- Cruisin’ in the ATL (Interlude)
- Pre-Nump (Interlude)
- B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) [Zack de la Rocha Remix]
- Xplosion
- Toilet Tisha
- Spaghetti Junction
- Ms. Jackson
- So Fresh, So Clean
- So Fresh, So Clean (Stankonia Remix)
- Gasoline Dreams
- Humble Mumble
- Gangsta Shit
- Stankonia (Stanklove)
- Red Velvet
- I’ll Call B4 I Cum
- Snappin’ and Trappin’
- Slum Beautiful
- Ms. Jackson (Mr. Drunk Remix)
- Stankonia (2000)
- Hey Ya!
- Ms. Jackson
- Roses
- Aquemini
- ATLiens
- So Fresh, So Clean
- B.O.B.
- SpottieOttieDopaliscious
- Rosa Parks
- Elevators (Me & You)
- Da Art of Storytellin’ (Pt. 1)
- Return Of The “G”
- The Way You Move
- Prototype
- Player’s Ball
- Jazzy Belle
- Slump
- Da Art of Storytellin’ (Pt. 2)
- A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)
- Git Up, Git Out
- The Whole World
- Liberation
- She Lives in My Lap
- 13th Floor / Growing Old