ANDRE 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 Andre 3000, right / And we hail from a place called
like Stankonia,
GA, right / You know right now everyone wants to be from space
/ And like want
to be from the country and everything like that / You know, like
really like
the south is like / It`s 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 knowing
Hip Hop is dead /
The average nigga on my corner yelling / What the fuck you mean,
mean / See we
ain`t even seen, the mountain top counter clock / Wise goes the
neighborhood
hand-me-downs and canned goods / Won`t cut the Grey Poupon we
got that 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
says 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 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 // ANDRE
3000:(hook) /Yep, we ain`t just funkin` around / Nope, you don`t
want to see me
clown / Nope, tomorrow sounds like right now // SLEEPY BROWN:
People have your
party and please don`t be late / It`s time to bounce, rock roller
skate, bounce
rock , roller skate / Hey sex mama, there`s no time to waste
/ It`s time to
bounce, rock, roler skate, bounce rock, roller skate / Grab your
partner, roll
around / And feel the sound ah baby / People have your party,
don`t be late /
It`s time to bounce, rock, roller skate // BIG BOI: Well Scotty,
is beaming,
Lil Pookie `nem scheming / What`s the use in living my nigga / While you
snoozing, I`m dreaming / No Tylenol PM, you amount to the same
thing / Everyday
like Per Diem
/ Never trying to be nothing, better than what you are being / One nation
under the cool, should be the rule / When a young man or a young
lady begins or
/ Starts grade school silent before violence / Nine times out
of ten times the
quietest is livest / Fumbling through your privates / Daddy Fat
Sax can I have
you back? Naw! / Ooh! You such a player, ooh! Your southern drawl / Got me
sprawled out, in your black book my name is crossed out / Went
from starting
second string, now you in the dog house / Reminiscin`, a part of you was
missing / Instead of arguements you think about the hugs and
kisses / If this
is something hard for you to take / You better bounce, rock,
roller skate //
(hook) //
