One for the money, yes sir, two for the A of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of good Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the 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 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 we could rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, 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 dope niggas in the Cadillac They call us, went from Player's to ballers the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we laying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" Over a sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me with that Rally's bullshit shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like white boys Smoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, asses Passes getting thrown like 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 James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them know, "Momma I want to sing But I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world like Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call the other way That I just came from, some was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you remember me school?" "No not really" But he smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I that I had been going 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 don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon'
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac