More songs by Outkast
Description
Associated Performer: Outkast
Composer, Lyricist: Andre Benjamin
Composer, Lyricist: Antwan Patton
Composer, Lyricist: David Sheats
Producer: Earthtone III
Re- Mixer: Zack de la Rocha
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, it's Slum National, underground thunder pounds when I stomp the ground.
Move like a million elephants or silverback orangutans. You can't stop the trend.
Who want some? Don't come unprepared.
I'll be there, but when I leave there better be a household name. Weatherman telling us it ain't gon' rain.
So now we sit in a drop top soaking wet, in a silk suit trying not to sweat.
Hit summersaults without the net. But this'll be the year that you won't forget.
One-nine-nine-nine, anonymity, anything goes, be what you wanna be.
Hunk at you, no consequences are given for living the fences.
Too high to jump in jail, too low to dig, I might just touch hell. Hot, get a life now they on sale. Feeling right, catch me a spell.
Figure what came to the bell. Scaleless Arm & Hammer, solo 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.
Okay, back home things are wrong. When I really was barely on the road.
Who left ass up to a ball of power? Thought that a thousand miles per hour.
Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe. Believe that I raise both, ow!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you -plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah, yeah. Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Yeah. Uh-huh.
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. -Bulldoze, trace is 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, dying to geek.
OutKast bumping up and down the street. Slammed back Cadillac, five-five nigga deep.
Seventy-five MCs freestyling to the beat.
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club. Shoulda bought an ounce, but you copped a dub.
Shoulda held back, but you throwed the punch. Supposed to eat your grub, but you packed a lunch. No T to the
U to the G for you. Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo.
Gotta look, baby girl, for a year of Jordan. Never turn my back on my kids for them.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, ragtop. Before you was up to the laptop.
Make a minute for yourself, boy, set some goals. Make a sad diamond out a dusty coal.
Record number four, but we on the road. Hold up, slow up, stop, control.
Like Shannon, planning, Stankonia is only a movie like Ford coming straight from Florida.
Lock all your windows then block the corridors. Put it up on bail 'cause a whip is in order.
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter. You fill up Taco Bell, then I hit the border.
Pity pat rapper trying to hit the Five. While my microphone fiends trying to stay alive.
Come to ATL, boy, you better not hide.
'Cause the Dirty South'll make a nigga go wild. Ow! Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Ow!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Oh, yeah.
Don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad. Yeah.
Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah. Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah.
Bombs over Baghdad. Yeah. Bombs over Baghdad.
Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop.
Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop.
Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Come on,
Bobby here, ragtop.
Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop.
Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. One, two, one, two, three, let's go!
Don't pull the thang out, unless -you plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Ow!
Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless -you plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Oh, 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. -Ow!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Oh, yeah.
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
Bombs over Baghdad.
English translation
Yeah, it's Slum National, underground thunder pounds when I stomp the ground.
Move like a million elephants or silverback orangutans. You can't stop the trend.
Who want some? Don't come unprepared.
I'll be there, but when I leave there better be a household name. Weatherman telling us it ain't gon' rain.
So now we sit in a drop top soaking wet, in a silk suit trying not to sweat.
Hit summersaults without the net. But this'll be the year that you won't forget.
One-nine-nine-nine, anonymity, anything goes, be what you wanna be.
Hunk at you, no consequences are given for living the fences.
Too high to jump in jail, too low to dig, I might just touch hell. Hot, get a life now they on sale. Feeling right, catch me a spell.
Figure what came to the bell. Scaleless Arm & Hammer, solo 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.
Okay, back home things are wrong. When I really was barely on the road.
Who left ass up to a ball of power? Thought that a thousand miles per hour.
Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe. Believe that I raise both, ow!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you -plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah, yeah. Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Yeah. Uh-huh.
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. -Bulldoze, trace is 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, dying to geek.
OutKast bumping up and down the street. Slammed back Cadillac, five-five nigga deep.
Seventy-five MCs freestyling to the beat.
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club. Shoulda bought an ounce, but you copped a dub.
Shoulda held back, but you throwed the punch. Supposed to eat your grub, but you packed a lunch. No T to the
U to the G for you. Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo.
Gotta look, baby girl, for a year of Jordan. Never turn my back on my kids for them.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, ragtop. Before you was up to the laptop.
Make a minute for yourself, boy, set some goals. Make a sad diamond out a dusty coal.
Record number four, but we on the road. Hold up, slow up, stop, control.
Like Shannon, planning, Stankonia is only a movie like Ford coming straight from Florida.
Lock all your windows then block the corridors. Put it up on bail 'cause a whip is in order.
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter. You fill up Taco Bell, then I hit the border.
Pity pat rapper trying to hit the Five. While my microphone fiends trying to stay alive.
Come to ATL, boy, you better not hide.
'Cause the Dirty South'll make a nigga go wild. Ow! Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Ow!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Oh, yeah.
Don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad. Yeah.
Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah. Bombs over Baghdad.
Yeah.
Bombs over Baghdad. Yeah. Bombs over Baghdad.
Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop.
Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop.
Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Come on,
Bobby here, ragtop.
Bobby here, ragtop. Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. Bobby here, ragtop.
Come on, Bobby here, ragtop. One, two, one, two, three, let's go!
Don't pull the thang out, unless -you plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Ow!
Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless -you plan to bang. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Oh, 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. -Ow!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan -to hit something. -Bombs over Baghdad.
Ow! Yeah, don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang.
-Bombs over Baghdad. -Oh, yeah.
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something.
Bombs over Baghdad.