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letra de elevators (me & you) (a cappella) - outkast

[verse 1: andré 3000]
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 n-gga rode the marta through the hood
just tryna find that hookup
now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling (yuh)
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 sh-t here must stop
like, “freeze!” we making the crowd move, but we not making no g’s, and that’s a no-no
[verse 2: big boi]
check it, a-one-two, a-one
“two dope n-ggas 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
n-ggas say, “motherf-ck that playin’,” they payin’, we stayin’, layin’ vocals
locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
“outkast, yeah, them n-ggas, they making big noise”
over a million sold to this day; n-ggas, they take it lightly
’96 gon’ be that year that all y’all player-haters can bite me
i’m out this b-tch

[hook]
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

[verse 3: big boi]
back in the day, when i was younger, hunger
looking to fill me belly with that rallys, bullsh-t
pull sh-t off, like it was supposed to be pulled
full as a tick, i was stoned like them white boys
smoking them white golds before them blunts got crunk
chunky asses, passes getting throwed like hail marys
and they looking like halle berrys
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, things changed in the hood
where i live at, them rats know, “momma, i want to sing
but, momma, i want to trick (trick), and momma, i’m sucking d-cks, 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! (yeah, yeah)
like this, east point and we gone
[hook]
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

[verse 4: andré 3000]
got stopped at the mall the other day
heard a call from the other way that i just came from (“ayy”)
some n-gga 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 hoes
from all them songs that y’all done made”
and i replied that i’d been going through the same things that he has
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 it 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
[hook]
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
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
me and you

- outkast

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