One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now we looked up at the ceiling ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my and plus my paper We caught the 86 headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our 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 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 call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say mothafuck playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it '96 be that year 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, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me with that Rally's bullshit shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was like them white boys them 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 ain't sipping We's just chilling, I'm the villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, and Shug And my little James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I 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, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the 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, facial expression silly And he kept asking me, "What car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied I had been going through the same 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 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 From Virginia, this ain't stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors