One for the money, yes sir, two for the A of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood 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 rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing we could rock Doing the in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a
Check it, a one-two, a dope niggas in the Cadillac call 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 done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they big noise" Over a sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was like them white boys Smoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, asses Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't wine We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I to sing But momma I 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 Tony Toni Tone (Like this, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way That I just came from, some nigga was something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid I y'all got beaucoup of hoes 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 live If you don't move feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we come a long way like them slim-ass 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 Coming up, slamming doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors