Prodigy Feat Pendulum VS Outkast - Bombs Over Voodoo People Mashup | Текст песни

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• Prodigy Feat Pendulum VS Outkast
• Bombs Over Voodoo People Mashup

Inter national underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground

(Woo!)
Like a million elephants that sit with back

Orangutan 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 soaken' wet

In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat

Hits I'm a (?) switched out the net

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

One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and anything goes, be what 'chu 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 onto it for days

Get back home, things are wrong

We're not really able to spend all alone

before he left, to a ball of power

Thousands of thousands miles per hour

Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,

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




Uno, dos, tres, it's on

Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?

Like that there boy and will still stay street

Big things happen every time we meet

Like a track team, (?), dying of (?)

Outkast bumpin' up and down the street

Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep,

Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to tha beat

'Cause we get crossed and drunk at the club

Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub

Should have held back, but you throwed the 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 it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)

Before you read up, get a laptop

Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals

Make a fair dime out of dusty coal

Record number four, but we on a roll

Hold up, slow up, stop, control

Like Janet, planets, take only is only

A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida

Lock all your windows then block the quarters

Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order

Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter

Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border

Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five

I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive

When you commin' to A-T-L, but you bet' not hide

'Cause it doesn't (?)

Hah!