(Dre) 1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better 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 Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-nine-nine-nine ano domini anything goes, be what you wannabe Long as you know consequences are given for living 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 babym`ama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with noanswers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, thangs are wrong We're 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 mo Owwww! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Big Boi) 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 everytime 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 mc's freestylin' to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Should have held back, but you throwed a punch 'Spose 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 turn my back on my kids, for them Should have hit, quit it, rag top Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on the road Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, planet Stankonias on ya Movin' like floyd come straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin' off myself 'cause a whippins in order Like a three piece fish, 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the border Pity pat rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to A-T-L boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride High! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P (Dre and Big Boi) 16X Bob your head. Rag top. (1,2...1,2,3,4) (Gimme some) (Choir) 23X Power music. Electric revival.
(Dre) 1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better 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 Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-nine-nine-nine ano domini anything goes, be what you wannabe Long as you know consequences are given for living 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 babym`ama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with noanswers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, thangs are wrong We're 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 mo Owwww! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Big Boi) 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 everytime 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 mc's freestylin' to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Should have held back, but you throwed a punch 'Spose 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 turn my back on my kids, for them Should have hit, quit it, rag top Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on the road Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, planet Stankonias on ya Movin' like floyd come straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin' off myself 'cause a whippins in order Like a three piece fish, 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the border Pity pat rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to A-T-L boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride High! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P (Dre and Big Boi) 16X Bob your head. Rag top. (1,2...1,2,3,4) (Gimme some) (Choir) 23X Power music. Electric revival.
Lançada dia 29 de agosto de 2000, a faixa serviu como o primeiro single do quarto álbum de estúdio do duo, Stankonia.
A produção é creditada a Earthtone III e utiliza um ritmo de alta velocidade que combina bateria, baixo, guitarras, órgãos e vocais gospel.
O título abreviado "B.O.B." é a sigla para "Bombs Over Baghdad".
Apesar de não ter sido um grande sucesso comercial, a música foi citada como uma das maiores de todos os tempos pela Pitchfork, Rolling Stone, Blender e Complex.
A canção conquistou uma popularidade renovada durante a Guerra do Iraque, em 2003.
As gravadoras responsáveis pelo lançamento foram LaFace Records e Arista Records.
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