B O B
OutKast Lyrics


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1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
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, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu 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 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 on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', OWWWW!

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
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 boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay 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 diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, +Control+
like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece just '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 come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

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
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

Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

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.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

Po-wer music, electric revival!
Po-wer music, electric revival!
Po-wer music, electric revival!
Po-wer music, electric revival!




Po-wer music, electric revival!
Po-wer music, electric revival!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Outkast's song "B.O.B" offer a fast-paced and energetic exploration of various themes, from social struggles to personal triumphs. The first verse sets the stage for the song, describing the power of the underground and the unstoppable force of change. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of strength and power, as the singer compares himself to a train, a silverback orangutan, and a million elephants.


The second verse touches on issues of societal inequality and the struggles that individuals face as a result. The singer alludes to the high fences and obstacles that can keep people trapped, unable to escape their circumstances. However, the song also offers a sense of hope and possibility, as the lyrics suggest that anything goes in the year 1999.


The chorus is a repeated call to action, urging listeners not to pull out their weapons unless they're prepared to make an impact. The lyrics remind listeners that they have the power to create positive change, but that they must be willing to take risks and fight for what they believe in. Overall, "B.O.B" is a powerful anthem that encourages listeners to stay strong and fight for what they believe in, no matter the odds.


Line by Line Meaning

1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Counting down to start the music.


In-slum-national, underground
The music is a global underground movement.


Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
The music hits hard and creates a powerful impact.


Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
The music is massive and unstoppable like a stampede.


You can't stop a train
The music is like a train moving forward with unstoppable force.


Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
Only those ready to handle the intensity of the music should listen.


I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name
The music will leave a lasting impression and become well known.


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
Despite the odds against them, they succeed and keep their composure.


Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
They take risks and know that the year 1999 will be unforgettable and full of opportunities.


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!
Living has consequences, but they are willing to take the risk and aim high.


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
Dealing drugs to make a living brings its own set of problems and unanswered questions.


Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
They imagine a world where cures exist and music becomes their touring lifestyle.


Get back home, things are wrong When I really knew it was bad all along Before you left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Returning home makes them realize how bad things are, but they still have the power to change it.


Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo', OWWWW!
The music is a way for the ghetto to escape, rest, and imagine more for themselves.


Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad!
Only take action if you're ready for the consequences and impact.


Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boi and will still stay street
They are not conventional and can't be classified as just one genre; they still represent the streets.


Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek Outkast bumpin' up and down the street Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
When they come together, big things happen like a team, people addicted to their music, and a large group of strong individuals.


Cause we get krunk, stay 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
Despite their success, they still party, make mistakes, and take risks.


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)
They have responsibilities as fathers and prioritize their family above all else.


Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, +Control+
They encourage self-education and building your own business, creating something valuable out of a disadvantage.


like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya Movin like Floyd comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
They are a force to be reckoned with, moving fast and taking charge wherever they go.


Like a three-piece just '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 come to ATL boi you betta not hide cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!
Their rhymes can be dark or humorous, but they take their music seriously and will not be silenced.


Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P Bob your head. Rag top. (1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some) Po-wer music, electric revival!
The music is powerful, catchy, and meant to be enjoyed and danced to.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: DAVID SHEATS, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON

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Comments from YouTube:

@esmereldavillalobos7814

This song has everything: a beat that will kill your grandmother, Insane flows, outstanding guitar shredding, Gospel Choir, a kid named Bamboo.

@brooklynyvette6400

A kid named Bamboo 😂

@gero3015

don't bring my grandma into this

@mybrunetteheart

🙏

@orangefoster2210

She was on her way out anyway, might as well go out with a bang ;)

@kerrymihalik3795

Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS

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@nicholasschwear789

This is the song that made me realize why Andre is regarded as one of the best rappers of all time - opened my eyes

@Rattlesnake9585

So true but it's funny you say that on this track specifically cuz imo this is one of Big Boi's best verses

@edgarrivera968

📠

@terrianwilliams2624

@@Rattlesnake9585 everybody sleeps on Big Boi. I just don't get it

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