And I Love You (feat. Big Boi & Pastor Troy)

I remember when I met you I was only 16

Who would ever thought that me and you would get the cream?

We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down

Remember when we start hopping on that Greyhound?

She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride

And so I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside

She say she think I'm cheating with a girl name Jane

You ain't just my baby, bitch, you my everything

I was broke but you maintained better

As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar

Whatever, her name white Sally

I met her through my home boy Rico out in Cali

I thank Regan for the haters when you got hard

You bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars

Yeah, you took me out the hood, gave me good things

Now we on a private plane eating chicken wings

You the reason why I ride good

You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good

You the reason why these hoes choose

You the reason why a **** sprayed candy on my old school

You the reason why I quarterback

Took a **** out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac

That's why I get it how I live, boy

'Cause you took me from a young broke **** to a rich boy

And I love you, baby, mwah, hugs and kisses

Fuck them **** and fuck them bitches

Been in this game since 1998

**** take the safety and shit but I'm great

Maybe it's fate, destiny, you tell me

Damn near ten and that shit been free

But I'm PT so I got to cruise, ****

Really ain't shit to prove to y'all ****

All the cars, all the clothes

With all the stars, with all the hoes

First class flights, a **** live in the lights

But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard

See where I park valet costs a note

Drop another figure just to check my coat

Probably leave with your chick, know how I do

It's Pastor Disaster, baby, I love you

You the reason why I ride good

You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good

You the reason why these hoes choose

You the reason why a **** sprayed candy on my old school

You the reason why I quarterback

Took a **** out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac

That's why I get it how I live, boy

'Cause you took me from a young broke **** to a rich boy

Took me from a gun toting **** to a Big Boi

Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit, boy

And not just my weapons, I'm talking 'bout titles and deeds

You paying rent you can't afford and can't break out of your lease

I'm out of your league, I might as well be ivy

All over your ass like injections in a stripper's hinny

Rhyming is a skill that requires timing

Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding

I'm 'bout to cum at the same time

You satisfied? That's how I slang mine

A generation came up under my style

From penetration of the nation when I was just a child

Now who's really in the critics talk 'bout me?

Andre three-thousand and three more **** that's really five

Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth

I stay fresh to the hosiery, we supposed to be

Them **** from the south so

One to the two, the three, the four

Satisfied? So I'ma hit you some more

You the reason why I ride good

You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good

You the reason why these hoes choose

You the reason why a **** sprayed candy on my old school

You the reason why I quarterback

Took a **** out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac

That's why I get it how I live, boy

'Cause you took me from a young broke **** to a rich boy