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Outkast - 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!)