OutKast - Elevators (Me & You) lyrics
[OutKast - Elevators Me & You 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 hookup
Now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling
(Yuh) 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 player 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 Rallys
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 throwed 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
Things changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma
I want to sing but, momma, I want to trick
(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!
(yeah, yeah)
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 ("Ayy")
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'd 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
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 hookup
Now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling
(Yuh) 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 player 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 Rallys
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 throwed 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
Things changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma
I want to sing but, momma, I want to trick
(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!
(yeah, yeah)
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 ("Ayy")
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'd 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