Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
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What we like to do right here,
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well first let me let you know who I am
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Well I go by the name of Andre3000 alright?
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And we come from a little place
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called like Stankonia, Georgia right?
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You know right now everybody
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wants to be from space
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And folks like to be from the country
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and everything like that
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You know, like really like the South is like cool
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to be from the South right about now
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Girls listen up
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Torn between Saturday night
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and early Sunday mornin'
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I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tween
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I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead
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The average nigga on my corner
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yellin' what the fuck you mean-mean
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See we ain't even sing the mouth
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to chop counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood
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Hand me down some canned-goods,
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won't cut the Grei-pupon
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We got the layer-on, back to the drawing board
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can't afford to lose journey beyond
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One, slash one slash ninety-one,
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my teacher six foot incher man said sit down son
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And let me tell you like I heard it
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when I don't desert it, It wadn't no other way
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to word it got my feelings scurred and
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By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad,
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songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
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Plaid class with poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't mad
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Back up little mama I'm about to react
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Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
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No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
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No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
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People have ya party,
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but please don't be late
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It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
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bounce rock roller-skate
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Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste
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It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
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bounce rock roller-skate
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At the party, fool around, ah baby
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People have ya party, don't be late
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It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
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bounce rock roller-skate
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While Scotty is beaming LaPookie is skeeming
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Wait to you still live in my name-go,
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while you snoozing I'm dreaming
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I'm Tylenol PM,
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you mouth to the same thing everyday like Perdium
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Never try to be nothing but that what you're being,
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one nation under the cool should be the rule
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Young man or young lady begins
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or starts grade school, Silence before violence
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nine times out of ten times
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the quietest is the loudest
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Bumplin' through your privates,
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Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, Naw
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Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh!
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your Southern ball Got me scrawled out,
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in ya black book my name was crossed out
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Went from starting the second string now
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in the dog house
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Remenicing, the party was missing,
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instead of arguements
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you think about the hugs and kisses
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If this is, something, hard for you to take
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you better bounce, rock, roller-skate
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Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
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No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
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No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
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Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
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Funkin` Around
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| OutKast |
