One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, the hood 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 and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia to Decatur rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this 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 one-two dope in the Cadillac call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Rock to banging Niggas say that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" a million 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 cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to fill me belly 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 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 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 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 '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a from the other way I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going through the same that he had True, got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me To the end of the week, I by the beat, like you live check-to-check If you don't your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors