1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!

Inter-national, underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)

Like a million elephants with 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

Hits somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be

Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses

Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail

Too low to dig, I might just touch hell

HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell

Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail

A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma

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

We're not really able to spend all alone

before he left, and you, to a ball of power

Thousands of thousands miles per hour

Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,

believe there's always more, ahhhhh!

Chorus:

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad!

Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad!

Yeah! Uhh-huh

Chorus:

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad!

Yeah! Ha ha yeah!

Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad!

Yeah! Uhh-huh

Uno, dos, tres, it's on

Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?

Like that there boi 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

Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep