Funkin' Around Songtext / Lyric

Verse 1: (andre 3000)

hello, well good evening ladies and gentleman

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 little place called 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 dont 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 down and canned goods

won't cut the gray 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 the bullet of bad the singer of sad

songs to make you long for your mum and your dad

plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad

back up little mama I'm about to react



Chorus 1: (andre 3000)

yep, we ain't just funkin around nope, you dont want to see me clown nope

tomorrow sounds like right now

(sleepy brown)

people have your party and please dont 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, roller 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



Verse 2: (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 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

silence before violence, nine times out of ten times

the quietest is the 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 was crossed out

went from starting second string, now you in the dog house

reminiscin', a part of 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



(chorus)