And mama im suckin dick, we movin on up in da world like elevators, known that we could rock
Wes just chillin, passes gettin thrown like hail marys and they lookin like halle berry, over a million sold to this day
Got stopped at the mall the other day, through the hood
and plus my paper
And my little brother james, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no gs and thats a nono
Rollin down the strip on vogues, thangs changed in the hood
what kind of car you drive
Yes we done come a long way like them slim ass cigarettes, writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Elevators, heard a call from the other way
Heard a call from the other way, got stopped at the mall the other day OutKast, puttin the south up on the map was like little rock to bangin
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two, stoned like white boys
mon and shug
Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise, mon and shug
And he kept askin me, and my little brother james, just tryin ta find that hookup
And im so high, from virginia
if you dont move yo foot then i dont eat
True i got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, and plus my paper
naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown
We stay in layin vo-cals, around this bitch
Now everyday we look up at the ceiling, where i live at
I know yall got buku of hoes from all them songs that yall done made, i live by the beat like you live check to check, watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin
We caught the 86 lithonia headed to decatur, doin the hole in the wall clubs