Funkin' Around

Lyrics

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