Funkanella

Lyrics

[Intro: OutKast, DJ Clue] Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue, Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue, Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue, Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue... Clue... (Clue...) Clue, Clue, Clue, Cluuue! New OutKast! For my Dirty South niggas! [Verse 1: Big Boi] Out of the basement, out of The Dungeon Look at these Georgia boys, they runnin' and rippin' And sippin' and pimpin' and clippin' and trimmin' up all the women I'm swimming But it's odd to me, your words are kind of drippin', I'm trippin'... Your flow is non-existent, bitch, it's missin' Like Eric Robert Rudolf, or Puss In Boots with his boots off "Howdy doo, boss" Check the southern slang, boy – I got a true drawl From East Point to New York, it's OutKast and Clue, y'all Howdy doo, y'all (Howdy doo, y'all! Yeah!) [Chorus: Big Boi] Who can rip like this? Punchinella, Punchinella Oh, Outkast and DJ Clue, Aquemini and Roc-A-fella Got the ooh-wops and the fellas, fuck the haters and the heffers Like my flows and hoes alike, 'cause everything is 9 or better Who can rip like this? Punchinella, Punchinella Oh, Outkast and DJ Clue, Aquemini and Roc-A-fella Got the ooh-wops and the fellas, fuck the haters and the heffers Like my flows and hoes alike, 'cause everything is 9 or better [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Pissin' in the win-ind Or shootin' in the dar-ark Or on a blind date Maybe fucking in the par-ark Without a rubber on-on We are not alo-one When I was younger,son-ongs Had mo' fucking meaning (Meaning) Now we are fiendin' for the new-new doo-doo Stankonians activate the part of you that don't mo-ove Ya think you're gettin' closer but you don't have a Clue Who only plays 9's and 10's on the 1 and 2's [Refrain: Andre 3000] We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella [Verse 3: Killer Mike] Allow me to remove yo' crew of those Iceberg sweaters 'Fore I let a Sig Sauer punch a fella I remain in, the company of insane men We the reason niggas in the jeeps'll tuck they chains in Kickin', screamin' "Why y'all trippin'? Ain't we brothers?" I'm like, "Why you sniffin'?" "I got a snort habit, motherfuckers!!" Niggas up the ante, before yo' high yella heffa got it up her panties Leave rich niggas naked like D'Angelo Crying and close to dying on they grandmom's flo' "If you tell us where the dope at, then I promise we'll go... Stop cryin', stop prayin', where that yay at, hoe? Don't you dare scream Jesus, I can snuff ya mouth As much dope you let these D-boys move out your house?!" From Red Oak to Red Hook, I'm theme music for crooks Mike Kill from Adamsville, with a murderous look Leave you shook, and nigga, Punchinella, Punchinella Or urged to rob! Rob-a-fella, rob-a-fella! [Interlude: Rico Wade] Flavor Flav, rob that nigga, man! Give me his god damn jewelry, nigga Ni-- hell yeah, nigga!! Strip down, nigga! Strip buck naked for a nigga! Get that for it, nigga! Strip, nigga! Yeah, Black, go on n' pop that nigga! {gunshots} Man, fuck that nigga! [Chorus: Big Boi] Who can rip like this? Punchinella, Punchinella Oh, Outkast and DJ Clue, Aquemini and Roc-A-fella Got the ooh-wops and the fellas, fuck the haters and the heffers Like my flows and hoes alike, 'cause everything is 9 or better [Verse 4: Slimm Calhoun] Yeahhh... Slimm ain't havin' it! A DF advocate, bustin' with Kast and Clue (Uh huh) Now Calhoun with a 'matic means shit can get tragic, muh'fucka So what you gon' do?! (So what you gon' do... what you gon' do?) It's the deal pushing, flesh peddlin', big bill changer Workin' the tool in ya favorite, choked out in the manger Keep a flamethrower for the heffers and the haters Just got off the papers for that case in Decatur Now I stack up and sack up, and it's back to the block With eight bars of hard and I'm servin' it – chop! Keep work boomin', 24 on the clock Major deep game, Aquemini and Roc [Chorus: Big Boi] Who can rip like this? Punchinella, Punchinella Oh, Outkast and DJ Clue, Aquemini and Roc-A-fella Got the ooh-wops and the fellas, fuck the haters and the heffers Like my flows and hoes alike, 'cause everything is 9 or better Who can rip like this? Punchinella, Punchinella Oh, Outkast and DJ Clue, Aquemini and Roc-A-fella Got the ooh-wops and the fellas, fuck the haters and the heffers Like my flows and hoes alike, 'cause everything is 9 or better [Refrain: Andre 3000] We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella We can do it too... Funkanella, Funkanella [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue, y'all! 'Hard Knock Life: Backstage'! C'mon! (C'mon!)