Funkin` Around Lyrics

Funkin` Around lyrics

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, 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

It's 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 sing the mountain top

Counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood

Hand me down some canned-goods

Won't cut the Gray pupon

We got the layer-on

Back to the drawing board



Can't afford to lose journey beyond

One, slash one slash ninety-one

My teacher six foot incher man

Said, "Sit down son"

And let me tell you like I heard it

When I don't desert it

It wadn't no other way to word it

Got my feelings scurred and

By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad

Songs to make you long for

Your mom and your dad

Plaid class with polka dots

I hope you ain't mad

Back up little mama

I'm about to react



Yup, we ain't just funky but wild

No, you don't want to see me clown

No, tomorrow sounds like right now



People have ya party, but please don't be late

It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate

Bounce, rock, roller skate

Hey sexy Mama, there's no time to waste

It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate

Bounce, rock, roller skate

Grab your partner, roll around

And feel the sound, ah baby

People have ya party, don't be late

It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate

Bounce, rock, roller skate



While Scotty is beaming La Pookie is skeeming

Wait to you still live in my name-go

While you snoozing I'm dreaming

I'm Tylenol PM, you mouth to the same thing

Everyday like Perdium

Never try to be nothing but that 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 loudest



Bumplin' through your privates

Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, naw

Ooh, you're such a playa,

Ohh, your southern ball

Got me scrawled out

In ya black book my name was crossed out

Went from starting the second string

Now in the dog house

Remenicing, the party was missing

Instead of arguements

You think about the hugs and kisses

If this is, something, hard for you to think

You better bounce, rock, roller skate



Yup, we ain't just funky but wild

No, you don't want to see me clown

No, tomorrow sounds like right now

Yup, we ain't just funky but wild



Andre and Big Boy presents our guest