One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and my paper We the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our off in that light Light off in spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the 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
Check it, a one-two, a one-two niggas in the Cadillac call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little to banging Niggas say that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals 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 take it lightly '96 gon' be that that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to fill me belly with Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white Smoking them 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, and Shug And my little brother James, thangs in the hood Where I live at, rats know, "Momma I want to sing But I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the way That I just came from, some was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept 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 hoes from all them songs that y'all made" And I replied that I had been going the same 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 live by the beat, like you live If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like Yes, we done come a long way them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors