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    "Elevators (Me and You)" Lyrics

    Roots Manuva feat. Outkast

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    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 hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling
    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 mothafuck that playing, they paying, we staying laying 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 playa 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 Rally's 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 girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses
    Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's
    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, thangs changed in the hood
    Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
    But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick 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
    (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, 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 of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made"
    And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had
    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 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 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
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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