One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the of something good Where me and my rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia to Decatur rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we 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 dope niggas in the They call us, 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 done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they big noise" Over a sold 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
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Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them white girls, 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 We's just chilling, I'm the villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and And my little James, thangs 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 moving on up in the like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
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Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way I just came 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 looking silly 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 y'all done made" And I replied that I had been 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 move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon'
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