One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on Headland and Was the start of something me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now 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 Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that Light off in that spot, knowing that we rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the They call us, went from Player's Ball to Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we laying vocals done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" Over a sold to this day, niggas they take 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 down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky Passes getting thrown like Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping We's chilling, I'm the rabid 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, 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 world like Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni (Like this, East 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 cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way That I just from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been through the same things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not loot to last me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you check-to-check If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we neck-to-neck Yes, we done a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon'
Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming doors