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 tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that Light off in that spot, knowing we could rock Doing the hole in the 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 one-two niggas in the Cadillac They us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we staying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they big noise" Over a million sold to this day, niggas they it lightly '96 gon' be that year all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming 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 white 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 just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, and Shug And my brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking now" We moving on up in the world elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, a call 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 like a clown, facial expression looking And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going 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 by the beat, like you live check-to-check If you don't move your feet then I eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way them slim-ass cigarettes Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors Me and you Your and your cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors