Funkin' Around Songtext
von OutKast

Hello... well, good evening, ladies and gentlemen
What we′d 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
Counter-clockwise 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 ninety-one
My teacher sees potential in me, said, "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 hurted
By the bullet of bad, the singer of sad
Songs that 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

Yep (Yep), we ain′t just funkin′ around
Ah-ah, no (No), you don't want to see me clown (See me clown)
Ah-ah (Ah-ah), no (No), tomorrow sounds like right now
Ah-ah (Ah-ah)

People, 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, roll around
Pick up your sound, oh baby
People, have a party, 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 livin', my nigga?
While you′re snoozin', I′m dreamin'
I'm Tylenol PM, you amount to the same thing every day like per diem
Never tryin′ to be nothin′ better than what you're bein′
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 is 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 dog house
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?

Yep (Yep), we ain't just funkin' around
Ah-ah, no (No), you don′t want to see me clown (See me clown)
Ah-ah (Ah-ah), no (No), tomorrow sounds like right now
Ah-ah (Ah-ah)
Yep (Yep), we ain′t just funkin' around
Ah-ah

André and Big Boi presents OutKast