"Funkin' Around" by Outkast

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) //