One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the start of good Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and my paper We the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Rock to banging Niggas say that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a million to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors
in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was stoned like white boys Smoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and And my little James, thangs changed in the hood Where I at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni (Like this, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Got at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way That I just from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial looking silly And he kept 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 replied that I had been going through the things that he had True, got more fans 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 then I don't eat, so we neck-to-neck Yes, we come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just continue
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors