Elevators (Me & You)

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
One, one, one, one for the money, yes sir, two for the show
One, one for the money, yes sir, two for the show
One, one, one, one for the money, yes sir, two for the show
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show

A couple of years ago, I'm Hill and Angelo
Bust a start up, something good
With me and my nigga Bo Demarta, through the hood
Just tryin' to find that hook up
Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling (Yup!)
Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryin' to catch that feeling
Of instrumentals, have my pencil, and plus my paper
We caught the 86, locked on your head, up to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryin' to find, a spot up in that light

Light up in that spot, knowing that we can rock
Doing the hole in the wall clubs, least you hear my style
Like "Freeze", we making the crowd move (Yeah, uh)
But we not making the G's (Check it)
And that's a no-no (One two), one two
Dope niggas in the Cadillac, they call us
With the play that's about father, putting the south up on the map
It's like Little Rock to Bad, and
Niggas say "Motherfuck that flagging"

They paying, we staying, laying vocals, locales
Done made it with them big boys up in this industry
OutKast, yeah them niggas that making big noise
Over American Soul Food, for stay, niggas that take it lightly
'96 Won't be the year that all y'all players can take and bite me

Around this bitch

Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(Got me bugging baby, call that quad)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(Got me bugging baby, call that quad)

Back in the days when I was younger, hunger
Looking to fill me daily with that radish bullshit
Pull shit, off like it was supposed to be pulled
Full of the dick, I was stoned like them white boys
Smoking the mic from way before them blunts got crunk
Junkie asses, passes, getting thrown like Hail Marys
And they looking like Halle Berry
So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine
We's just chilling on the rap with the feeling

And I'm so high, smoking freely, me and Lil' B
Rick Money, Suge, and my little brother James
Things changed in the hood where I live at
Them wacks know momma I wanna sing
But momma I wanna trick (Trick), and momma I'm sucking dicks now
We moving on up in the world like elevators
Me and the crew be pimps like '82
Me and you, like Tony Toni Tone

Yeah, yeah, like West East Point and we're gone

Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(I'm the ultimately, just like in change)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(I'm the ultimately, just like in change)

Got stopped in the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way
That I just came from, some nigga was saying something talking 'bout
"Hey man, you know me from school?" Nah not really
But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly
And he kept asking me "What kind of car you drive? I know you paid

I know you got beaucoup withheld from
All them songs that y'all done made"
And I replied that I been going through the same things that he had
True I 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 you 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 thing gon' stop so we gon' just continue

Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors

(Like elevators)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors

(Like elevators)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors

(Like elevators)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors

(Like elevators)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(Like elevators)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the step on gold
Coming out slamming Cadillac doors
(Like elevators)