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 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 and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that Light off in that spot, knowing we could rock the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope in the Cadillac They call us, went from Player's to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say mothafuck that playing, paying, we staying laying vocals done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they big noise" Over a million sold to this day, 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 and your cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to fill me with that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was stoned them white boys Smoking them girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't wine We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, changed in the hood I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking 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, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call the other way That I just from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you remember me school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all made" And I replied that I had going through the same things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you check-to-check If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like Yes, we done come a long way like slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac