Funkanella lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Funkanella



 Send "Funkanella" Ringtone to your Cell 

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[Big Boi]

Out of the basement

Out of the dungeon

Look at these
broads

What have you done to them?

Rippin'it, sippin'it

Puttin' a clip in
it

Trimmin' it off the women

I'm
swimming

It's odd to me your words are kind
of drippin'

I'm trippin'

Your flow's
non-existant bitches missin'

I gave it
Robert Rudolf

Or Puss in boots with his
boots off

I had a new boss

Check the
southern slang boy gotta troop drawn

>From
East point to New York

It's Outkast runnin'
through y'all

Allaljuah

Oh y'all



Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's
DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I
got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the
hatas and the hellas

Like you know it's on
tonight

Cause everything got kinda
reder

Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's
DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I
got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the
hatas and the hellas

Like I fooled them
into thinking

That life will all get
better

[Dre]

Pissing in the
waiting

Or shooting in the door

I
have a blind date

Maybe fucking in the
park

Without a rubber on

We are not
alone

When I was young a song,

Had no
fuckin' meaning, meaning

Now we a feinding
for the new news, new news

Like all of
these activates part of you that don't mo,
move

You back are gettin' closer but you
don't have a clue

Who only plays by the
tens on the 1 and 2



Hook (x2)

We can do it too

Funkanella,
funkanella



[Killer Mike]

A
knot to remove your crew of those iceburg
sweaters

Boy I've nevr seen soft punch a
fella

I remain in

The company of
insane men

I be the reason niggas in the
jeep tuck they chains in

Keep it
swingin'

Why you trippin'

Hey we
brothers

I'm like why you sniffin'

I
got a snort headed motherfuckers!!

Niggas
up to addict

But all you high yella heffa,
got you up her panties

Believe which niggas
make it like D'angelo

Crying and close to
dying on they grandma's flo'

If you tell us
where the dope at then I promise we go

Stop
crying, stop praying where the yeh at ho'

Don't you dare scream Jesus I can snuff your
mouth

Money, dope, you let these D boys
move out your house

We ran open, red hook,
we can't use that to cook

Mykill from
Averfeild with a murderous look

Leave you
shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella

I
urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella



*Break {Speaking}*



Ayo rob that
fellow man

And give me his god damn jewelry
nigga

Hell yeah nigga

Strip down,
strip buck naked for a nigga

Get that for
it nigga

Strip nigga

Yeah

Black
on pop nigga

{gunshots}

Man fuck that
nigga



Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's
DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I
got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the
hatas and the hellas

Like I fooled them
into thinking

That life will all get
better



[Slimm Calhoun]

Now
Slimm ain't havin' it

DF advocate

Bustin' with Kast and Clue

Now Calhoun
with a 'matic means

Shake and get
tragic

Ma brother

So what you gon'
do

It's the deal pushing flash pan

The big deal change

I'm working up 

Two in the back

Tocked out in the
main

Keep this thing blowin' for the hellas
nad the hatas

Just get off the caper for the
case and the gator

Now I stacked up and
sacked up in the back to the block

With
eight bars to the heart

To asert it I
chop

Keep on working 24 in the glock

Made the deep game, aquamini and Roc



Who can rip like this

Punchaneller,
Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I got the blue
box and the feathers

Fuck the hatas and the
hellas

Like you know it's on tonight

Cause everything got kinda reder

Who can
rip like this

Punchaneller,
Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I got the blue
box and the feathers

Fuck the hatas and the
hellas

Like I fooled them into thinking

That life will all get better



Hook
[To Fade]



DJ Clue y'all

Hard
knock life backstage

C'mon