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