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B.O.B. (Bomb Over Bagdad)

1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!Inter-national, undergroundThunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)Like a million elephants with silverback orangutansYou can’t stop a trainWho want some? Don’t come un-pre-paredI’ll be there, but when I leave thereBetter be a household nameWeather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rainSo now we sittin’ in a drop-top, soakin wetIn

So fresh, so clean

Chorus: Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Don’t you think I’m so sexy I’m dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love

ATLiens

Verse One: Big Boi Well it’s the M – I – crooked letter, ain’t no one betterAnd when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweaterCause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenailsOh hell, there he go again talkin that shitBend, corner’s like I was a curve, I struck a nerveAnd now you

E.T. (Extraterrestrial)

Big Boi: Peep what I sayEveryday–the sun sets just like clockworkPut the glock to workAnd puttin the body to standstllsMan it kills meTaking that life is like taking a shitHit or miss–niggas are playing GodTrying to rob and stealThat’s why ya gotta guard ya grillLike a barbecue–cause them harming youAre just like honeybees swarming youVocally

Decatur Psalm

Verse One: Cool Breeze I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain’t know?"I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"I said "Damn man, I’m riding in his LexusI’m bout to dump this nigga’s shit in New DimensionsGet to the crib so I can call Big Slate upAnd tell em da money man

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