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, alright?   And we come from a little place   Called like Stankonia Georgia right?   You know right now everybody   Wants to be from space   And folks like to be from the country   And everything like that   You know, like really like the South   It's like cool to be from the South   Right about now   Girls listen up      Torn between Saturday night   And early Sunday mornin'   I don't know, I'm somewhere stuck   In between, tween   I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead   The average nigga on my corner yellin'   What the fuck you mean, mean   See we ain't even sing the mountain top   Counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood   Hand me down some canned-goods   Won't cut the Gray pupon   We got the layer-on   Back to the drawing board      Can't afford to lose journey beyond   One, slash one slash ninety-one   My teacher six foot incher man   Said, "Sit down son"   And let me tell you like I heard it   When I don't desert it   It wadn't no other way to word it   Got my feelings scurred and   By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad   Songs to make you long for   Your mom and your dad   Plaid class with polka dots   I hope you ain't mad   Back up little mama   I'm about to react      Yup, we ain't just funky but wild   No, you don't want to see me clown   No, tomorrow sounds like right now      People have ya party, but please don't be late   It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate   Bounce, rock, roller skate   Hey sexy Mama, there's no time to waste   It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate   Bounce, rock, roller skate   Grab your partner, roll around   And feel the sound, ah baby   People have ya party, don't be late   It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate   Bounce, rock, roller skate      While Scotty is beaming La Pookie is skeeming   Wait to you still live in my name-go   While you snoozing I'm dreaming   I'm Tylenol PM, you mouth to the same thing   Everyday like Perdium   Never try to be nothing but that what you're being   One nation under the cool should be the rule   Wether young man or young lady   Begins or starts grade school   Silence before violence, nine times out of ten times   The quietest is the loudest      Bumplin' through your privates   Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, naw   Ooh, you're such a playa,   Ohh, your southern ball   Got me scrawled out   In ya black book my name was crossed out   Went from starting the second string   Now in the dog house   Remenicing, the party was missing   Instead of arguements   You think about the hugs and kisses   If this is, something, hard for you to think   You better bounce, rock, roller skate      Yup, we ain't just funky but wild   No, you don't want to see me clown   No, tomorrow sounds like right now   Yup, we ain't just funky but wild      Andre and Big Boy presents our guest