One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of ago on Headland and Delowe Was the of something good Where me and my rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now 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 headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our off in that light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and a no-no
it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac They call us, went from Player's Ball to Putting the South up on the map was like Rock to banging say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors
Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that bullshit Pull off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them 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 sipping wine We's just chilling, I'm the villain, and I'm so high freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I want to trick, and I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you Tony Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way That I came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial looking silly And he kept asking me, "What car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going through the same things he had True, I've got more than the average man, but not enough loot to last 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 neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors