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
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
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Rico Lumpkin
Rico Lumpkin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Blake Eiseman
Blake Eiseman
Engineer
Carlton Batts
Carlton Batts
Mastering Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Engineer
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 **** 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 Gs and that's a no-no
[Verse 2]
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope **** 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
**** say mothafuck that playin', they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals
Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
OutKast, yeah, them ****, they making big noise
Over a million sold to this day, **** they take it lightly
Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me (Around us bitch)
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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 girls 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 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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way that I just came from
Some **** 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 of hoes
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I replied that 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 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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton
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