
Funkanella OutKast (Ft. Killer Mike & Slimm Calhoun)
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[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
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
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