Funkin' Around

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're here from a little place called
Like, Stankonia, Georgia, right?
You know, right now everybody wants to be from space and
Like, wants to be from the country and everything like that
You know?
Like, really, like, the South is, 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
One slash one slash '91
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
Yup
Yeah
We ain't just funkin' around
Uh-uh
Nope
You don't want to see me clown
See me clown
Uh-uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, no
Nope
Tomorrow sounds like right now
Right now, right now
Ayy, ayy
Uh-uh
Ayy
We're gonna have a party
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
Oh
All the men and feel the sound
Oh, baby
We're gonna have a party
Don't be late
It's time to bounce, rock, roller-skate
Bounce, rock, roller-skate
Ooh
Ooh
While Scotty is beamin', Lil Pookie been schemin'
What's the use of livin', my nigga?
While you snoozin', I'm dreamin' of Tylenol PM
You amount to the same thing every day like per diem
Never tryin' to be nothing better than what you're being
One nation under the cool should be the rule
When a young man or young lady begins or starts grade school
Silence before violence
Nine times out of ten times, the quietest are the livest
Fumblin' through your privates
Daddy Fat Sax, can they have your back?
Naw
"Oh, you're such a player, oh, 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
Reminiscin' the party you was missin'
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
What?
Yup
Yeah
We ain't just funkin' around
Ain't funkin', we ain't funkin'
Uh-uh
Nope
You don't want to see me clown
Don't want to see me clown
Uh-uh
See me clown, see me clown
Nope
Tomorrow sounds like right now
Right now, right now
Uh-uh
Right now, right now, right now
Yup
Yeah
We ain't just funkin' around
Uh-uh
No, no, no, oh, ho
André and Big Boi presents OutKast