Funkin' Around - OutKast

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 André 3000, right?

And we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia, right?

You know, right now everybody wants to be from space

And like want 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 morn'

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 seen the mountaintop

Counterclockwise goes the neighborhood

Hand-me-downs and canned goods

Won’t cut the Grey Poupon

We got to make you run, back to the drawing board

Can’t afford to lose, y’all make me yawn

1/1/91… my teacher sees potential in me, said, «Sit down, son»

And 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

Yup, we ain’t just funkin' around, ah-ah

No, you don’t want to see me clown, ah-ah

No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah

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, and don’t be late

It’s time to bounce, rock, roller-skate

Bounce, rock, roller-skate

While Scotty is beamin', lil' Pookie 'nem schemin'

What’s the use of living, my nigga?

While you snoozing, I’m dreamin', I’m Tylenol PM

You amount to the same thing every day like per diem

Never tryin' to be nothing but a damn «What you’re being»

One nation under the cool should be the rule

Whether young man or young lady begins or starts grade school

Silence before violence

Nine times out of ten times, the quietest is the livest

Fumblin' through your privates

Daddy Fat Sax, can they have your back?

Naw!

Ooh!

You’re such a playa

Ooh!

Your Southern drawl got me sprawled out

In your black book, my name was crossed out

Went from starting to second-string, now in the doghouse (Woof!)

Reminiscing, the party you was missing

Instead of arguments, you think about the hugs and kisses

If this is something hard for you to take

You better bounce, rock, roller-skate

Yup, we ain’t just funkin' around, ah-ah

No, you don’t want to see me clown, ah-ah

No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah

Yup, we ain’t just funkin' around, ah-ah