Lyrics

[Intro: André 3000] One— One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago on Head— One— One— One— [Verse 1: André 3000 & Big Boi] 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 (Yeah) 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) [Verse 2: Big Boi] 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 [Chorus: Outkast] Me and you Your mama and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your mama and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors (Green Lantern) [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] I spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Get that type of media coverage Obama get Spit that Kurt Vonnegut That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon' bring the game back? Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks? That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap, running with my same pack You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at Life is like a dice game One roll could land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls The stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall, yeah They built my city on top of a grave Nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade Back in the early '90s, where they at, where they at Get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase Bally Animals and Rugbys was a popular craze This the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave I pave ways like Nat and Harriet I'll blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in the chariot, uh I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains Ain't a damn thing changed [Interlude: Bill & Winkelmann] How does he do it? My young lad, you ask a dolphin how it swims? (No) Or an eagle how it flies? (No) That's right, you don't!