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Verse 1: (andre 3000) |
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hello, well good evening ladies and gentleman |
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what we like to do right here, well first of all |
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let me let you know who I am |
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well, I go by the name of andre 3000, right |
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and we hail from a little place called stankonia, GA, right |
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you know right now everyone wants to be from space |
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and like want to be from the country and everything like that |
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you know, like really like the south is like |
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it's cool to be from the south right about now, girls listen up |
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torn between saturday night and early sunday morn |
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I dont know I'm somewhere stuck in between, tween |
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I'm out here knowing hip hop is dead |
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the average nigga on my corner yelling, what the **** you mean, mean |
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see we ain't even seen, the mountain top counter clock |
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wise goes the neighborhood hand me down and canned goods |
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won't cut the gray poupon we got that make you run |
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back to the drawing board can't afford to lose y'all, make me yawn |
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one slash one slash ninety-one |
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my teacher sees potential in me, says sit down son |
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now let me tell you like I heard it, when I felt deserted |
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it wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered |
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by the the bullet of bad the singer of sad |
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songs to make you long for your mum and your dad |
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plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad |
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back up little mama I'm about to react |
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Chorus 1: (andre 3000) |
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yep, we ain't just funkin around nope, you dont want to see me clown nope |
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tomorrow sounds like right now |
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(sleepy brown) |
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people have your party and please dont be late |
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it's time to bounce, rock, roller skate, bounce, rock, roller skate |
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hey sex mama there's no time to waste, |
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it's time to bounce, rock, roller skate, bounce, rock, roller skate |
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grab your partner, roll around, and feel the sound ah baby |
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people have your party, don't be late |
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it's time to bounce, rock, roller skate |
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Verse 2: (big boi) |
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well scotty, is beaming, lil' pookie 'nem scheming |
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what's the use in living my nigga, while you snoozing, I'm dreaming |
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no tylenol PM, you amount to the same thing, everyday like per diem |
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never trying to be nothing, better than you are being |
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one nation under the cool, should be the rule |
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when a young man or a young lady begins or starts grade school |
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silence before violence, nine times out of ten times |
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the quietest is the livest, fumbling through your privates |
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daddy fat sax can I have you back, naw! |
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ooh! you such a player, ooh! your southern drawl |
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got me sprawled out, in your black book my name was crossed out |
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went from starting second string, now you in the dog house |
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reminiscin', a part of you was missing |
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instead of arguments you think about the hugs and kisses |
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if this is something hard for you to take |
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you better, bounce, rock, roller skate |
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(chorus) |