One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the of something good Where me and my rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the Watching fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my We the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our off in that light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not no G's, and that's a no-no
it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac They call us, went from Player's to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" Over a million sold to this day, niggas they it lightly '96 gon' be that that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that bullshit Pull shit off, like it was to be pulled Full as a tick, I was like them white boys Smoking them girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown like Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping We's just chilling, I'm the villain, and I'm so high freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, thangs in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to But momma I to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world like 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 your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call the other way That I came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept 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, got more fans 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 your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass From Virginia, ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac