OutKast, Slimm Calhoun, Killer Mike - Funkanella lyrics

Clue (Clue) clue (Clue)
Clue (Clue) clue (Clue)

New Outkast for my dirty South Niggas

Out of the basement out of the dungeon
Look at Georgia boys
What have you done to them?
Rippin and sippin 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's non-existant bitches 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 Pointe to New York
It's OutKast and clue y'all
Howdy doo, y'all (Howdy doo, y'all)

Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the doo-wops and the fellas
Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
Like my flows and ho's alike
Cuz everything is 9 or better

Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the doo-wops and the fellas
Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
Like my flows and ho's alike
Cuz everything is 9 or better

Pissin' in the wind or shootin in the dark
Out on a blind date
Maybe fucking in the park
Without a rubber on we are not alone
When I was younger songs
Had more fucking meaning (Meaning)
Now we are fiendin' for the new-new doo doo
Stankonians activate that part of
You that don't mo-ove
You think you're gettin' closer but
You don't have a clue
Who only plays nines's and tens
On the 1 and 2's

Hook we can do it too funkanella, funkanella

Allow me to remove your crew
Of those Iceburg sweaters
Boy I've never seen soft punch a fella
I remain in, the company of insane men
I be the reason niggas in the
Jeep's will tuck they chains in
Keep it swingin' why you trippin'
Hey we brothers i'm like why you sniffin'
I got a snort habit motherfuckers!
Niggas up the ante
But all your high yella heffa
Got you up her panties
Leave bitch niggas naked 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
From Red Oak to Red Hook
I'm theme music for crooks
Michael from Adamsville with a murderous look
Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella
Punchenella
I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella

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
Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the doo-wops and the fellas
Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
Like my flows and ho's alike
Cuz everything is 9 or better

Now Slimm ain't havin' it a DF advocate
Bustin' with Kast and Clue
Now Calhoun with a 'matic means
Shit can get tragic, mu'fucka
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
Heathers and the hatas
Just got off the caper for
The case in Decatur
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 working with 24 in the Glock
Major deep game, aquamini and Roc

Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
Oh Outkast and DJ Clue
Aquemini and Roc-A-fella
I got the doo-wops and the fellas
Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
Like my flows and ho's alike
Cuz everything is 9 or better

Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
Oh Outkast DJ Clue aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the doo-wops and the fellas
Fuck the Haters and the Heathers
Like my flows and ho's alike
Cuz everything is 9 or better

DJ Clue y'all hard Knock Life backstage
C'mon