Outkast - Funkin' Around Lyrics
introduction by Andre]Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemenWhat we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I amWell 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 spaceAnd folks like to be from the country and everything like thatYou know, like really like the South is like cool to be from the South right about nowGirls listen up[Andre]Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday mornin'I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tweenI'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead; The average nigga on my corner yellin' what the ***** you mean-meanSee we ain't even sing the mouth to chop counter-clock wise goes the neighborhoodHand me down some canned-goods, wont cut the Grei-puponWe got the layer-on, back to the drawing board can't afford to lose journey beyondOne, slash one slash ninety-one, my teacher six foot incher man said sit down sonAnd let me tell you like I heard it when I don't desert itIt wadn't no other way to word it got my feelings scurred andBy the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom and your dadPlaid class with poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't madBack up little mama I'm about to react[Chorus]Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ahNo, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ahNo, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah[Bridge]People have ya party, but please dont be lateIts to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skateHey sexy mama, there's no time to wasteIts to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skateAt the party, fool around, ah babyPeople have ya party, dont be lateIts to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate[Big Boi]While Scotty is beaming LaPookie is skeemingWait to you still live in my name-go, while you snoozing I'm dreamingI'm Tylenol PM, you mouth to the same thing everyday like PerdiumNever try to be nothing but that what you're being, one nation under the cool should be the ruleWether young man or young lady begins or starts grade schoolSilence before violence, nine times out of ten times the quietest is the loudestBumplin' through your privates, Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, NawOoh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ballGot me scrawled out, in ya black book my name was crossed outWent 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 kissesIf this is, something, hard for you to think, you better bounce, rock, roller-skate[Chorus][Repeat first line of Chorus][*trumpets
