Funkin' Around

ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen

What we like to do right here

Well first of all, let me let you know who I am

Well, I go by the name of Andre 3000, right

And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right

You know right now everyone wants to be from space

And like want to be from the country and everything like that

You know, like really like the south is like

It's cool to be from the South right about now

Girls listen up

Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday morn

I don't know i'm somewhere stuck in between, tween

I'm out here knowing Hip Hop is dead

The average nigga on my corner yelling

What the fuck you mean, mean

See we ain't even seen, the mountain top counter clock

Wise goes the neighborhood hand-me-downs and canned goods Won't cut the Grey Poupon we got that make you run

Back to the drawing board can't afford to lose y'all make me yawn

One slash one slash ninety-one

My teacher sees potential in me says sit down son

Now let me tell you like I heard it, when I felt deserted

It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered

By the bullet of bad the singer of sad

Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad

Plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad

Back up little mama i'm about to react

ANDRE

3000:(hook)

Yep, we ain't just funkin' around

Nope, you don't want to see me clown

Nope, tomorrow sounds like right now

SLEEPY BROWN:

People have your

party and please don't be late

It's time to bounce, rock roller skate, bounce rock , roller skate Hey sex mama, there's no time to waste

It's time to bounce, rock, roler skate, bounce rock, roller skate Grab your partner, roll around

And feel the sound ah baby

People have your party,don't be late

It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate

BIG BOI: Well Scotty,is beaming, Lil Pookie 'nem scheming What's the use in living my nigga

While you snoozing, I'm dreaming

No Tylenol PM, you amount to the same thing

Everyday like Per Diem

Never trying to be nothing, better than what you are being

One nation under the cool, should be the rule

When a young man or a young lady begins or

Starts grade school silent before violence

Nine times out of ten times the quietest is livest

Fumbling through your privates Daddy Fat Sax can I have you back? Naw!

Ooh! You such a player, ooh! Your southern drawl

Got me sprawled out, in your black book my name is crossed out Went from starting second string, now you in the dog house Reminiscin', a part of you was missing

Instead of arguements you think about the hugs and kisses

If this is something hard for you to take

You better bounce, rock, roller skate

(hook)