One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the start of good me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my We caught the 86 headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing we could rock the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no
it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac They call us, from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say mothafuck playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a million sold to day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to me belly with that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was like them white boys Smoking white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't wine just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and And my little brother James, thangs changed in the Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to But momma I to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world like Me and the crew, we like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the the other day, heard a call from the other way That I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I that I had been going through the same things that he had True, I've got more fans the average man, but not enough loot to last me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, you live check-to-check If you don't your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors