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? [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell 

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

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 [bad word] 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! 


 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] deep, 

Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to tha beat 

'Cause we get crossed and [bad word] 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 to-the U to-the 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 

movin' like [bad word]  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 [bad word]  to A-T-L, but you bet' not hide 

'Cause it doesn't (?) 

Hah!