Funkanella Lyrics

Funkanella lyrics

Clue 

clue 

clue 

clue... 



[Outkast] 

Out
of the basement 

Out of the dungeon 

Look at these broads 

What have you done to them? 

Rippin'it, sippin'it 

Puttin' a
clip in it 

Trimmin' it off the women 

I'm swimming 

It's odd
to me your words are kind of drippin' 

I'm trippin' 

Your flow's
non-existant bitches missin' 

I gave it Robert Rudolf 

Or Puss in
boots with his boots off 

I had a new boss 

Check the southern
slang boy gotta troop drawn 

>From East point to New York 

It's
Outkast runnin' through y'all 

Allaljuah 

Oh y'all 



Who can rip like this 

Punchaneller, Punchaneller 

I guess It's
DJ Clue 

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella 

I got the blue box and the
feathers 

Fuck the hatas and the hellas 

Like you know it's on
tonight 

Cause everything got kinda reder 

Who can rip like this


Punchaneller, Punchaneller 

I guess It's DJ Clue 

Aquamini
and Roc-A-fella 

I got the blue box and the feathers 

Fuck the
hatas and the hellas 

Like I fooled them into thinking 

That life
will all get better 



Pissing in the waiting 

Or shooting in
the door 

I have a blind date 

Maybe fucking in the park 

Without a rubber on 

We a not alone 

When I was young a strong


Tag was fuckin' meanee, meanee 

Now we a feinding for the new
news, new news 

Like all of these activates part of you that don't mo,
move 

You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue 

Who
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2 



Hook (x4) 

We can do
it too 

Funkanella, funkanella 



[Killer Mike] 

A knot
to remove your crew of those iceburg s