Outkast - Funkanella (feat. Slimm Calhoun & Killer Mike) Lyrics
Clueclueclueclue...[Outkast]Out of the basementOut of the dungeonLook at these broadsWhat have you done to them?Rippin'it, sippin'itPuttin' a clip in itTrimmin' it off the womenI'm swimmingIt's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'I'm trippin'Your flow's non-existant *****es missin'I gave it Robert RudolfOr Puss in boots with his boots offI had a new bossCheck the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn>From East point to New YorkIt's Outkast runnin' through y'allAllaljuahOh y'allWho can rip like thisPunchaneller, PunchanellerI guess It's DJ ClueAquamini and Roc-A-fellaI got the blue box and the feathers***** the hatas and the hellasLike you know it's on tonightCause everything got kinda rederWho can rip like thisPunchaneller, PunchanellerI guess It's DJ ClueAquamini and Roc-A-fellaI got the blue box and the feathers***** the hatas and the hellasLike I fooled them into thinkingThat life will all get betterPissing in the waitingOr shooting in the doorI have a blind dateMaybe *****ing in the parkWithout a rubber onWe a not aloneWhen I was young a strongTag was *****in' meanee, meaneeNow we a feinding for the new news, new newsLike all of these activates part of you that don't mo, moveYou back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clueWho only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2Hook (x4)We can do it tooFunkanella, funkanella[Killer Mike]A knot to remove your crew of those iceburg sweater
