Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
Debra Killings
Debra Killings
Background Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
Kenny Wright
Kenny Wright
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Outkast
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Engineer
John "Bernasky" Wall
John "Bernasky" Wall
Engineer
Jarvis Blackshear
Jarvis Blackshear
Engineer
Derrick Williams
Derrick Williams
Engineer
Manuel K. Morris
Manuel K. Morris
Assistant Engineer
Alex Lowe
Alex Lowe
Assistant Engineer
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Assistant Engineer
Rico Lumpkin
Rico Lumpkin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Blake Eiseman
Blake Eiseman
Engineer
Carlton Batts
Carlton Batts
Mastering Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something good Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood Just tryna find that hook up Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like "Freeze!", we making 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 Cadillac They call us, went from "Player's Ball" to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say,"Motherfuck that playin'", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise" Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me I'm out this bitch Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking 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 them white boys Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys And they looking like Halle Berrys So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma, I want to sing But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now" We moving on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82 Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone! Like this, East Point and we gone Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from Some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout smoke something "Hey, man, you remember me from school?" "No, not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup hoes From all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has True, I've 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 it don't move your feet, 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 gon' continue Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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