Leonard Julian - Funkin' Around lyrics

[Intro: André 3000] 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 come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia, right? You know, right now everybody wants to be from space And like want to be from the country and everything like that You know, like, really, like, the South It's like cool to be from the South right about now Girls, listen up [Verse 1: André 3000] 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 n***a on my corner yellin' 'What the f** 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 1/1/91...my teacher sees potential in me, said, 'Sit down, son' And 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 [Hook: André 3000] 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 [Bridge: Sleepy Brown] People have ya party, but please don't be late It's time to bounce, rock, roller-skate Bounce, rock, roller-skate Hey s**y 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 ya party, and don't be late It's time to bounce, rock, roller-skate Bounce, rock, roller-skate [Verse 2: Big Boi] While Scotty is beamin', lil' Pookie 'nem schemin' What's the use of living, my n***a? 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 Sacks, can they have your back? Naw! Ooh! You're such a playa Ohh! 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 *WROOF* 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 [Hook: André 3000] 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 [*horns*]