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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 SongtextePeople have ya party, but please dont be late Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste Its to bounce rock roller-skate, bounce rock roller-skate 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 Aus Songtexte Mania