OutKast Follow

One for the money yes uhh two for the show

A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe

Was the start of somethin good

Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood

Just tryin ta find that hookup

Now everyday we look up at the ceiling

Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin

off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper

We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur

Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light

Light off in that spot, known that we could rock

Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop

Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's

And that's a nono

Yeah, uhh, check it

Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz

in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers

Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin

Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin

We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys

up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise

Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly

Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me

...around this bitch

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Me and you, your momma and your cousin too

Rollin down the strip on vogues

Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors)

Back in the day when I was younger, hunger

Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit

off like it was supposed to be pulled

Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys

Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses

passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry

So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine

We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high

Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug

And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood

where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but

Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now

We movin on up in da world like elevators

Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two

Me and you like Tony Toni Tone

Like this Eastpointe and we gone

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Got stopped at the mall the other day

Heard a call from the other way

that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin

talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some

Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown

facial expression lookin silly

And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid

I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made

And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had

True I 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 live check to check

If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck

Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes

from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue

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