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)