[{"id":20941817,"name":"Elevators (Me & You)  (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Elevators (Me & You)  (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"Outkast - Elevators (Me & You)","duration":111.25551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show\nA couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe\nWas the start of something good\nWhere me and my - rode the MARTA through the hood\nJust tryna find that hook up\nNow everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n\nWatching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\nOff instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\nWe caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\nWriting rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\nLight off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\nDoing the hole in the wall clubs, this - here must stop\nLike \"Freeze!\", we making the crowd move\nBut we not making no G's and that's a no-no\n\nCheck it, a one-two, a one-two dope dopes in the Cadillac\nThey call us, went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\nPutting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n- Say, \"Mother- that playin'\", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\nLocales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n\"OutKast, yeah, them -, they making big noise\"\nOver a million sold to this day, - take it lightly\n'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me\nI'm out this\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nBack in the day, when I was younger, hunger\nLooking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullsh-\nPull sh- off, like it was supposed to be pulled\nFull as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n- Them White Golds before them - got crunk\n\nChunky -, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\nAnd they looking like Halle Berrys\nSo, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\nWe's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n- So freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\nAnd my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\nWhere I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\nBut, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking, sucking, now\"\n\nWe moving on up in the world like elevators\nMe and the crew, we pimps like '82\nMe and you like Tony! 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Tone!\nLike this, East Point and we gone\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nGot stopped at the mall the other day\nHeard a call from the other way\nThat I just came from\nSome - was saying something, talking 'bout - something\n\"Hey, man, you remember me from school?\"\n\"No, not really\"\nBut he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\nAnd he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\nI know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup, beaucoup\nFrom all them songs that y'all done made\"\n\nAnd I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\nTrue, I've got more fans than the average man\nBut not enough loot to last me to the end of the week\nI live by the beat like you live check-to-check\nIf it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\nYes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\nFrom Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.11] One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show\n[00:25.22] A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe\n[00:27.89] Was the start of something good\n[00:29.68] Where me and my - rode the MARTA through the hood\n[00:32.95] Just tryna find that hook up\n[00:34.65] Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n[00:36.31] Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\n[00:39.16] Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\n[00:42.01] We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\n[00:44.68] Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n[00:47.66] Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\n[00:50.58] Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this - here must stop\n[00:52.94] Like \"Freeze!\", we making the crowd move\n[00:55.29] But we not making no G's and that's a no-no\n[00:56.32] Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope dopes in the Cadillac\n[01:00.16] They call us, went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\n[01:02.16] Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n[01:04.71] - Say, \"Mother- that playin'\", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\n[01:08.46] Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n[01:11.46] \"OutKast, yeah, them -, they making big noise\"\n[01:13.34] Over a million sold to this day, - take it lightly\n[01:16.28] '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me\n[01:19.04] I'm out this\n[01:19.49] Me and you\n[01:20.93] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[01:23.94] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[01:26.68] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[01:30.35] Me and you\n[01:32.44] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[01:35.34] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[01:37.68] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[01:40.95] Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger\n[01:43.85] Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullsh-\n[01:46.87] Pull sh- off, like it was supposed to be pulled\n[01:49.53] Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n[01:51.51] - Them White Golds before them - got crunk\n[01:54.82] Chunky -, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\n[01:57.14] And they looking like Halle Berrys\n[01:58.56] So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n[02:01.13] We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n[02:04.03] - So freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n[02:07.13] And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n[02:09.41] Where I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\n[02:12.37] But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking, sucking, now\"\n[02:16.12] We moving on up in the world like elevators\n[02:17.84] Me and the crew, we pimps like '82\n[02:19.54] Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone!\n[02:24.48] Like this, East Point and we gone\n[02:26.76] Me and you\n[02:28.49] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[02:31.64] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[02:34.29] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[02:38.38] Me and you\n[02:40.19] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[02:43.19] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[02:45.40] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[02:49.03] Got stopped at the mall the other day\n[02:50.48] Heard a call from the other way\n[02:51.66] That I just came from\n[02:52.77] Some - was saying something, talking 'bout - something\n[02:55.22] \"Hey, man, you remember me from school?\"\n[02:56.84] \"No, not really\"\n[02:57.83] But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\n[03:00.57] And he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\n[03:02.21] I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup, beaucoup\n[03:04.85] From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n[03:06.19] And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\n[03:09.03] True, I've got more fans than the average man\n[03:10.80] But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week\n[03:12.75] I live by the beat like you live check-to-check\n[03:14.87] If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n[03:17.72] Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n[03:20.39] From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n[03:23.58] Me and you\n[03:25.70] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[03:28.41] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[03:30.80] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[03:34.83] Me and you\n[03:36.69] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[03:39.67] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[03:42.22] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[03:45.74] Me and you\n[03:48.16] Your momma and your cousin, too\n[03:51.01] Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n[03:53.61] Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n[03:56.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elevators (Me & You)  (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: Outkast - 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Them White Golds before them - got crunk\n\n  Chunky -, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\n  And they looking like Halle Berrys\n  So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n  We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n  - So freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n  Where I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\n  But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking, sucking, now\"\n\n  We moving on up in the world like elevators\n  Me and the crew, we pimps like '82\n  Me and you like Tony! 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Delowe\n  Was the start of something good\n  Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood\n  Just tryna find that hook up\n  Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n\n  Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\n  Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\n  We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\n  Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n  Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\n  Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop\n  Like \"Freeze!\", we making the crowd move\n  But we not making no G's and that's a no-no\n\n  Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\n  They call us, went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\n  Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n  Niggas say,\"Motherfuck that playin'\", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\n  Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n  \"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\n  Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n  '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me\n  I'm out this bitch\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger\n  Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\n  Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\n  Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n  Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk\n\n  Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\n  And they looking like Halle Berrys\n  So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n  We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n  Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n  Where I live 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end_ms: 46090\n- text: We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\n  start_ms: 46090\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Light off in that spot (spot), knowing that we could rock (rock)\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 53920\n- text: Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit has got to stop\n  start_ms: 53920\n  end_ms: 57240\n- text: Stop\n  start_ms: 57240\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: A one-two, a one-two\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 61740\n- text: '\"Dope niggas in the Cadillac,\" they call us'\n  start_ms: 61740\n  end_ms: 63880\n- text: Went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\n  start_ms: 63880\n  end_ms: 65140\n- text: Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n  start_ms: 65140\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: Niggas say, \"Motherfuck that playin'\"\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 69390\n- text: They payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\n  start_ms: 69390\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 74150\n- text: '\"OutKast, them niggas, they be making big noise\"'\n  start_ms: 74150\n  end_ms: 76240\n- text: Over a million sold to this day (I can't hear y'all)\n  start_ms: 76240\n  end_ms: 78910\n- text: '''96 gon'' be that year (now everybody)'\n  start_ms: 78910\n  end_ms: 80130\n- text: That all y'all playa haters, say (yeah, everybody say)\n  start_ms: 80130\n  end_ms: 82060\n- text: Me and you (who else?)\n  start_ms: 82060\n  end_ms: 83650\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (what y'all doin'?)\n  start_ms: 83650\n  end_ms: 86850\n- text: Rolling down the strip on Vogues (on Vogues)\n  start_ms: 86850\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 91460\n- text: Slamming Cadillac doors, say\n  start_ms: 91460\n  end_ms: 93100\n- text: Me and you (well, who else?)\n  start_ms: 93100\n  end_ms: 94890\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (we can't hear y'all)\n  start_ms: 94890\n  end_ms: 97960\n- text: Rolling down the strip on, what? 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Say)\n  start_ms: 155450\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Me and you (I can't hear y'all)\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (I can't hear y'all) (what y'all doin'?)\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 164150\n- text: Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  start_ms: 164150\n  end_ms: 166630\n- text: Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  start_ms: 166630\n  end_ms: 169920\n- text: Got stopped at the mall the other day (okay)\n  start_ms: 169920\n  end_ms: 171540\n- text: Heard a call from the other way (yeah) that I just came from\n  start_ms: 171540\n  end_ms: 173700\n- text: Some nigga was saying something talking 'bout, wait\n  start_ms: 173700\n  end_ms: 175900\n- text: '\"Yo, André, you remember me from school?\", \"Well, no, not really\"'\n  start_ms: 175900\n  end_ms: 178210\n- text: But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\n  start_ms: 178210\n  end_ms: 181220\n- text: And he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\n  start_ms: 181220\n  end_ms: 183230\n- text: I know you paid, I know y'all got a whole bunch of hoes\n  start_ms: 183230\n  end_ms: 185490\n- text: From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n  start_ms: 185490\n  end_ms: 186780\n- text: And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\n  start_ms: 186780\n  end_ms: 189470\n- text: True, I've got more fans than the average man\n  start_ms: 189470\n  end_ms: 191050\n- text: But not enough loot to last me (what?) To the end of the week\n  start_ms: 191050\n  end_ms: 192900\n- text: I live by the beat like you live check-to-check (check, check, check)\n  start_ms: 192900\n  end_ms: 195130\n- text: If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n  start_ms: 195130\n  end_ms: 197740\n- text: Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n  start_ms: 197740\n  end_ms: 200460\n- text: From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop (L.A., ay, L.A.)\n  start_ms: 200460\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: (What y'all doin'?) Everybody, say\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 203780\n- text: Me and you (who else?)\n  start_ms: 203780\n  end_ms: 205200\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (what y'all doin'?)\n  start_ms: 205200\n  end_ms: 208490\n- text: (Rolling down the strip on, what?)\n  start_ms: 208490\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 212940\n- text: Slamming Cadillac doors (and everybody, say)\n  start_ms: 212940\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: Me and you (who else?)\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 216390\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (I can't hear y'all, now, come on)\n  start_ms: 216390\n  end_ms: 219530\n- text: Rolling down the strip on Vogues (come on, goddammit)\n  start_ms: 219530\n  end_ms: 222500\n- text: Everyone, take it a little bit far, now\n  start_ms: 222500\n  end_ms: 224060\n- text: Now, all the ladies, all the ladies, say\n  start_ms: 224060\n  end_ms: 225690\n- text: Me and you (come on, daughter)\n  start_ms: 225690\n  end_ms: 227470\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too (come on, y'all)\n  start_ms: 227470\n  end_ms: 230390\n- text: Rolling down the strip on Vogues (coming up, slamming what?)\n  start_ms: 230390\n  end_ms: 232840\n- text: Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  start_ms: 232840\n  end_ms: 235200\n- text: Slamming Cadillac doors (now all the niggas, say)\n  start_ms: 235200\n  end_ms: 236810\n- text: Me and you, uh\n  start_ms: 236810\n  end_ms: 238390\n- text: Your momma and your cousin, too, uh, we\n  start_ms: 238390\n  end_ms: 241510\n- text: Rolling down the strip on Vogues, uh\n  start_ms: 241510\n  end_ms: 243920\n- text: Comin' up, comin' up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  start_ms: 243920\n  end_ms: 257800\n- text: I dig that, I dig that\n  start_ms: 257800\n  end_ms: 260930\n- text: I really dig that\n  start_ms: 260930\n  end_ms: 263250\n- text: Let me ask y'all somethin' real quick\n  start_ms: 263250\n  end_ms: 265700\n- text: Let me ask y'all a lil' somethin' real quick, tho'\n  start_ms: 265700\n  end_ms: 268620\n- text: Is y'all havin' a good time?\n  start_ms: 268620\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Oh, yeah, I feel that, it's-\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 275050\n- text: There's so much energy comin' out the crowd, the more y'all-\n  start_ms: 275050\n  end_ms: 276330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276330\nplain: |-\n  Gon' take the elevator (let's take the motherfuckin' elevator)\n  Now we'll take the elevator\n  Now, somebody say, \"Ho-oh\"\n  Say, \"Ho-whoa\" (\"Ho-whoa\")\n  Say, \"Ho-oh\" (\"Ho-oh\")\n  Say, \"Ho-ho-ho\" (\"Ho-ho-ho\")\n  Say, \"Ho-oh\" (\"Ho-oh\")\n  Now, everybody in this motherfucker, scream!\n\n  One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show (show)\n  A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe\n  Was the start of (start of) something good (good, good)\n  Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA (MARTA, MARTA)\n  Through the hood (hood, hood)\n  Just tryna find that hook up (hook up)\n  Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling (yeah)\n  Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feel\n  Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\n  We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\n  Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n  Light off in that spot (spot), knowing that we could rock (rock)\n  Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit has got to stop\n  Stop\n\n  A one-two, a one-two\n  \"Dope niggas in the Cadillac,\" they call us\n  Went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\n  Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n  Niggas say, \"Motherfuck that playin'\"\n  They payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\n  Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n  \"OutKast, them niggas, they be making big noise\"\n  Over a million sold to this day (I can't hear y'all)\n  '96 gon' be that year (now everybody)\n  That all y'all playa haters, say (yeah, everybody say)\n\n  Me and you (who else?)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (what y'all doin'?)\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues (on Vogues)\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Slamming Cadillac doors, say\n\n  Me and you (well, who else?)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (we can't hear y'all)\n  Rolling down the strip on, what? (On Vogues)\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors (ay)\n  Back in the day, doe, back in the day, doe\n\n  Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger\n  Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\n  Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\n  Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n  Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk\n  Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\n  And they looking like Halle Berrys\n  So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n  We just chilling, I'm the rabid villain\n\n  Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n  Where I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\n  But, momma, I want to trick\", what?\n  We movin' on up in the world like elevators\n  Me and the crew, we pimps like '82\n  Me and you like Tony, Toni, Tone\n  We all (ay, L.A.), we all\n  Like this, East Point and we gone, say\n\n  Me and you (who else?)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (what y'all doin'?)\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors (what? Say)\n\n  Me and you (I can't hear y'all)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (I can't hear y'all) (what y'all doin'?)\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Got stopped at the mall the other day (okay)\n  Heard a call from the other way (yeah) that I just came from\n  Some nigga was saying something talking 'bout, wait\n  \"Yo, André, you remember me from school?\", \"Well, no, not really\"\n  But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\n\n  And he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\n  I know you paid, I know y'all got a whole bunch of hoes\n  From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n  And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\n  True, I've got more fans than the average man\n  But not enough loot to last me (what?) To the end of the week\n\n  I live by the beat like you live check-to-check (check, check, check)\n  If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n  Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n  From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop (L.A., ay, L.A.)\n  (What y'all doin'?) Everybody, say\n\n  Me and you (who else?)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (what y'all doin'?)\n  (Rolling down the strip on, what?)\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Slamming Cadillac doors (and everybody, say)\n\n  Me and you (who else?)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (I can't hear y'all, now, come on)\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues (come on, goddammit)\n  Everyone, take it a little bit far, now\n  Now, all the ladies, all the ladies, say\n\n  Me and you (come on, daughter)\n  Your momma and your cousin, too (come on, y'all)\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues (coming up, slamming what?)\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Slamming Cadillac doors (now all the niggas, say)\n\n  Me and you, uh\n  Your momma and your cousin, too, uh, we\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues, uh\n  Comin' up, comin' up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  I dig that, I dig that\n  I really dig that\n  Let me ask y'all somethin' real quick\n  Let me ask y'all a lil' somethin' real quick, tho'\n  Is y'all havin' a good time?\n  Oh, yeah, I feel that, it's-\n  There's so much energy comin' out the crowd, the more y'all-\n"},{"id":20532877,"name":"Elevators","trackName":"Elevators","artistName":"OutKast","albumName":"Elevators (Me & You)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One for the money, yes sir, two for the show\nA couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe\nWas the start of something good\nWhere me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood\nJust tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\nWatching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\nOff instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\nWe caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur\nWriting rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\nLight off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\nDoing the hole in the wall clubs,\nThis shit here must stop, like \"Freeze!\"\nWe making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no\n\nCheck it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\nThey call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers\nPutting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\nNiggas say mothafuck that playing,\nThey paying, we staying laying vocals\nLocales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n\"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\nOver a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n'96 gon' be that year that all y'all\nPlaya haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nBack in the day, when I was younger, hunger\nLooking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\nPull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\nFull as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\nSmoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses\nPasses getting thrown like Hail\nMary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's\nSo so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\nWe's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\nSmoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\nAnd my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\nWhere I live at, them rats know, \"Momma I want to sing\nBut momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now\"\nWe moving on up in the world like elevators\nMe and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone\n(Like this, East Point and we gone)\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nGot stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way\nThat I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout\nSmoke something \"Hey man, you remember me from school?\"\n\"No not really\" But he kept smiling like\nA clown, facial expression looking silly\nAnd he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive? 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I know you paid\n  I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes\n  From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n  And I replied that I had been going\n  Through the same things that he had\n  True, I've got more fans than the\n  Average man, but not enough loot to last me\n  To the end of the week,\n  I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check\n  If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n  Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n  From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n"},{"id":1330343,"name":"elevators (remix)","trackName":"elevators (remix)","artistName":"Outkast","albumName":"The Best Of Outkast","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show\nA couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe\nWas the start of something good\nWhere me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood\nJust tryna find that hook up\nNow everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n\nWatching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\nOff instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\nWe caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\nWriting rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\nLight off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\nDoing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop\nLike \"Freeze!\", we making the crowd move\nBut we not making no G's and that's a no-no\n\nCheck it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\nThey call us, went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\nPutting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\nNiggas say,\"Motherfuck that playin'\", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\nLocales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n\"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\nOver a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me\nI'm out this bitch\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nBack in the day, when I was younger, hunger\nLooking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\nPull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\nFull as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\nSmoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk\n\nChunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\nAnd they looking like Halle Berrys\nSo, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\nWe's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\nSmoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\nAnd my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\nWhere I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\nBut, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now\"\n\nWe moving on up in the world like elevators\nMe and the crew, we pimps like '82\nMe and you like Tony! Toni! Tone!\nLike this, East Point and we gone\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nGot stopped at the mall the other day\nHeard a call from the other way\nThat I just came from\nSome nigga was saying something, talking 'bout smoke something\n\"Hey, man, you remember me from school?\"\n\"No, not really\"\nBut he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\nAnd he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\nI know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup hoes\nFrom all them songs that y'all done made\"\n\nAnd I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\nTrue, I've got more fans than the average man\nBut not enough loot to last me to the end of the week\nI live by the beat like you live check-to-check\nIf it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\nYes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\nFrom Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin, too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: elevators (remix)\n  artist: Outkast\n  album: The Best Of Outkast\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show\n  A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe\n  Was the start of something good\n  Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood\n  Just tryna find that hook up\n  Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n\n  Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\n  Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\n  We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur\n  Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n  Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\n  Doing the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop\n  Like \"Freeze!\", we making the crowd move\n  But we not making no G's and that's a no-no\n\n  Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\n  They call us, went from \"Player's Ball\" to ballers\n  Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n  Niggas say,\"Motherfuck that playin'\", they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals\n  Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n  \"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\n  Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n  '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me\n  I'm out this bitch\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger\n  Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\n  Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\n  Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n  Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk\n\n  Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys\n  And they looking like Halle Berrys\n  So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n  We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n  Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n  Where I live at, them rats know, \"Momma, I want to sing\n  But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now\"\n\n  We moving on up in the world like elevators\n  Me and the crew, we pimps like '82\n  Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone!\n  Like this, East Point and we gone\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Got stopped at the mall the other day\n  Heard a call from the other way\n  That I just came from\n  Some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout smoke something\n  \"Hey, man, you remember me from school?\"\n  \"No, not really\"\n  But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly\n  And he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive?\n  I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup hoes\n  From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n\n  And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he has\n  True, I've got more fans than the average man\n  But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week\n  I live by the beat like you live check-to-check\n  If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n  Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n  From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin, too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n"},{"id":19259787,"name":"Elevators","trackName":"Elevators","artistName":"OutKast","albumName":"Outskirts - The Unofficial Lost Outkast Remixes CD 2","duration":231.549388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One for the money, yes sir, two for the show\nA couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe\nWas the start of something good\nWhere me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood\nJust tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\nWatching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\nOff instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\nWe caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur\nWriting rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\nLight off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\nDoing the hole in the wall clubs,\nThis shit here must stop, like \"Freeze!\"\nWe making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no\n\nCheck it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\nThey call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers\nPutting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\nNiggas say mothafuck that playing,\nThey paying, we staying laying vocals\nLocales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n\"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\nOver a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n'96 gon' be that year that all y'all\nPlaya haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nBack in the day, when I was younger, hunger\nLooking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\nPull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\nFull as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\nSmoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses\nPasses getting thrown like Hail\nMary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's\nSo so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\nWe's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\nSmoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\nAnd my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\nWhere I live at, them rats know, \"Momma I want to sing\nBut momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now\"\nWe moving on up in the world like elevators\nMe and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone\n(Like this, East Point and we gone)\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\nGot stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way\nThat I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout\nSmoke something \"Hey man, you remember me from school?\"\n\"No not really\" But he kept smiling like\nA clown, facial expression looking silly\nAnd he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive? I know you paid\nI know y'all got beaucoup of hoes\nFrom all them songs that y'all done made\"\nAnd I replied that I had been going\nThrough the same things that he had\nTrue, I've got more fans than the\nAverage man, but not enough loot to last me\nTo the end of the week,\nI live by the beat, like you live check-to-check\nIf you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\nYes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\nFrom Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors\nMe and you\nYour momma and your cousin too\nRolling down the strip on Vogues\nComing up, slamming Cadillac doors","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elevators\n  artist: OutKast\n  album: Outskirts - The Unofficial Lost Outkast Remixes CD 2\n  duration_ms: 231549\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One for the money, yes sir, two for the show\n  A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe\n  Was the start of something good\n  Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood\n  Just tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling\n  Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling\n  Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper\n  We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur\n  Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light\n  Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock\n  Doing the hole in the wall clubs,\n  This shit here must stop, like \"Freeze!\"\n  We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no\n\n  Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac\n  They call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers\n  Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging\n  Niggas say mothafuck that playing,\n  They paying, we staying laying vocals\n  Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry\n  \"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise\"\n  Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly\n  '96 gon' be that year that all y'all\n  Playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger\n  Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit\n  Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled\n  Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys\n  Smoking them white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses\n  Passes getting thrown like Hail\n  Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's\n  So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine\n  We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high\n  Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug\n  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood\n  Where I live at, them rats know, \"Momma I want to sing\n  But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now\"\n  We moving on up in the world like elevators\n  Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone\n  (Like this, East Point and we gone)\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n\n  Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way\n  That I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout\n  Smoke something \"Hey man, you remember me from school?\"\n  \"No not really\" But he kept smiling like\n  A clown, facial expression looking silly\n  And he kept asking me, \"What kinda car you drive? I know you paid\n  I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes\n  From all them songs that y'all done made\"\n  And I replied that I had been going\n  Through the same things that he had\n  True, I've got more fans than the\n  Average man, but not enough loot to last me\n  To the end of the week,\n  I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check\n  If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck\n  Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes\n  From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue\n\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n  Me and you\n  Your momma and your cousin too\n  Rolling down the strip on Vogues\n  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors\n"}]