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From : BrainDeadGhost
Added: Oct 17, 2007
1...2... 123 YEAH Inslumnational Underground thunder pounds When I stomp the ground [WHOOO!] Like a million elephants or silver-back orangatangs 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 will this 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 livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig you might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might catch you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and 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 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 AAAAHHHHH! Don't pull that 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 that 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 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 Tryin to geek Outkast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggas deep Seventy-five MCs Free-stylin' 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 the lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Gotta little baby girl four years 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 business for yourself boy Set some goals Make a fat diamond Out of dusy coals Records number four, but we on the road Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all the windows Then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cuz a whipping's in order I 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 the 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! Don't pull that 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 that 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 BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD...YEAH
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