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Funkin' Around Paroles

Outkast

Album Big Boi & Dre Present

Paroles de Funkin' Around

Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name of Andre3000 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 is 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 so unstruct 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 mouth to chop counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood
Hand me down some canned-goods, wont cut the Grei-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 poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama I'm about to react

Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
At the party, fool around, ah baby
People have ya party, dont be late
Its 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