B.O.B. lyrics by OutKast - original song full text. Official B.O.B. lyrics, 2025 version | LyricsMode.com
Request & respond explanations
  • Don't understand the meaning of the song?
  • Highlight lyrics and request an explanation.
  • Click on highlighted lyrics to explain.
OutKast – B.O.B. lyrics
[Intro: André 3]
One, two
One, two, three, yeah!

[Verse 1: André 3]
Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop the train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Bet I 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
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini
Anything goes, be what you wanna be
Long as you know consequences
Are given for livin', 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 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
Get back home, things are wrong
Well, 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 more, ah!

[Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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!
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!

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumping up and down the street
Slantback, Cadillac, 'bout 5 niggas deep
75 mcs freestyling to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a punch
Supposed 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, quit it, rag top
Before you re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control"
Like Janet, plan it, Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd, coming straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pulling off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pitty pat rappers trying to get to 5
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to atl, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

[Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
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!
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!

[Break: Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!

[Outro: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir]
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
×

[Intro: André 3] One, two One, two, three, yeah! [Verse 1: André 3] Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans You can't stop the train Who want some? Don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Bet I 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 Hit somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget 1-9-9-9, Anno Domini Anything goes, be what you wanna be Long as you know consequences Are given for livin', 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 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 Get back home, things are wrong Well, 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 more, ah! [Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] 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! 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! [Verse 2: Big Boi] 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, crack fiend, dyin' to geek Outkast bumping up and down the street Slantback, Cadillac, 'bout 5 niggas deep 75 mcs freestyling to the beat 'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Should have held back, but you throwed a punch Supposed 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, quit it, rag top Before you re-up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control" Like Janet, plan it, Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd, coming straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pulling off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty pat rappers trying to get to 5 I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to atl, boy, you better not hide 'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah! [Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] 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! 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! [Break: Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! [Outro: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Explain Request ×



Lyrics taken from /lyrics/o/outkast/bob.html

  • Email
  • Correct
Songwriters: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats
B.O.B. lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
0

B.O.B. meanings

Write about your feelings and thoughts about B.O.B.

Know what this song is about? Does it mean anything special hidden between the lines to you? Share your meaning with community, make it interesting and valuable. Make sure you've read our simple tips.
U
Min 50 words
Not bad
Good
Awesome!

Post meanings

U
Min 50 words
Not bad
Good
Awesome!

official video

OutKast - B.O.B.

Featured lyrics

0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z