Outkast – Elevators (Me & You)

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song lyrics by Outkast and this amazing music is titled “Elevators (Me & You)”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘ATLiens’ and it was released in the year 1996.

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Lyrics

[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 nigga rode the MARTA through the hood

Just tryna find that hookup

Now everyday 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 shit 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 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 “motherfuck that playin'”, they payin’, we stayin’, layin’ 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

[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, 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 Golds before them blunts got crunk

Chunky asses, passes getting thrown 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, 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 dicks, 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

[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

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 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 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