One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the Just tryna find that up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my We caught the 86 headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna 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 making the 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 Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" Over a million 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 down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to me belly with that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was stoned like white boys Smoking white 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 sipping 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 brother James, thangs changed in the I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm dick now" We moving on up in the like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone (Like this, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way That I just came from, some nigga was saying something, 'bout Smoke "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept 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 hoes from all 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 than the average man, but not enough to last me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live If you don't your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac