Funkin' Around

Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am Well I go by the name of Andre3000 alright? And we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia right? You know right now everybody wants to be from space And folks like to be from the country and everything like that You know, like really like the South is like cool to be From the South right about now, girls listen up Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday mornin' I don't know, I'm somewhere stuck in between-tween I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead The average nigga on my corner yellin' 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 to 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 said sit down son And let me tell you like I heard it when I felt deserted It wadn'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 Yup, we ain't just funkin' around, ah-ah No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah People have ya party, but please dont be late Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate Grab yo partner, roll around, and feel the sound, ah baby People have ya party, dont be late Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate While Scotty is beamin', lil' Pookie'nem schemin' What's the use of living my nigga, while you snoozing I'm dreamin' I'm Tylenol PM, you amount to the same thing everyday like per diem Never tryin' to be nothing but a damn what you're being One nation under the cool should be the rule Wether young man or young lady begins or starts grade school Silence before violence, nine times out of ten times the quietest is the livest Fumblin' through your privates, Daddy Fat Sacks can they have your back Naw! Ooh! You're such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ball Got me sprawled out, in ya black book my name was crossed out Went from starting the second string now in the dog house *WROOF* Remenicing, the party 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