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Outkast |
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ATLiens |
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Elevators (Me & You) |
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[Verse One: Andre] |
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One for the money yes uhh two for the show |
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A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe |
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Was the start of somethin good |
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Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood |
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Just tryin ta find that hookup |
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Now everyday we look up at the ceiling |
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Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin |
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off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper |
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We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur |
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Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light |
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Light off in that spot, known that we could rock |
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Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop |
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Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's |
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And that's a nono |
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[Verse Two: Big Boi] |
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Yeah, uhh, check it |
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Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz |
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in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers |
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Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin |
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Niggaz say mother**** that playin, they payin |
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We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys |
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up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise |
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Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly |
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Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me |
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...around this bitch |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Me and you, your momma and your cousin too |
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Rollin down the strip on vogues |
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Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) |
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[Verse Three: Big Boi] |
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Back in the day when I was younger, hunger |
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Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit |
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off like it was supposed to be pulled |
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Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys |
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Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses |
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passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry |
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So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine |
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We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high |
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Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug |
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And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood |
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where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but |
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Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now |
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We movin on up in da world like elevators |
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Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two |
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Me and you like Tony Toni Tone |
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Like this Eastpointe and we gone |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Four: Andre] |
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Got stopped at the mall the other day |
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Heard a call from the other way |
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that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin |
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talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some |
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Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown |
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facial expression lookin silly |
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And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid |
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I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made |
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And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had |
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True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me |
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to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check |
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If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck |
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Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes |
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from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue |
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[Chorus] |
