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 nigga rode the Marta, through the Just tryna find that hook up, now everyday we up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and my paper We caught the 86 headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in light Light off in spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole in the 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 They us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we laying vocals Locales done made it with 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 can bite me, I'm out this bitch
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in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was stoned like them boys them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping We's chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and And my brother James, thangs changed in the hood I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing But I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a from the other way That I just came from, some was saying something, talking 'bout something "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling a clown, facial expression 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 songs that y'all done made" And I replied I had been going through the same things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough to last me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, you live check-to-check If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
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