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Elevators

Pixel Perfect
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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)