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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<br Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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