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 up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch feeling Off instrumentals, had my and plus my paper We the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, find our spot off in that light Light off in spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole in the 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 Player's Ball to ballers the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in 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 momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to me belly with that Rally's bullshit shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them boys Smoking white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle So so fine, intertwined, but we sipping wine We's chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to But I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world like Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Got at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way That I just came from, some was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you I know y'all got of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going through the things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you check-to-check If you don't move feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a way like them slim-ass cigarettes Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your and your 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