I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like “yea nigga right”
But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum
Powder. Hows about dem ernges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, to pay for that shit, you danced.
To get your pants was a mission impos-sible
We were both the same age but I, suppose
Wasn't on the same page, but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt that you were getting off of work,
Or either when you on your way to school,
We started hangin like Ernie and Bert,
And in my idle head im thinking cool.
Just when I think im goin down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now.
The events that followed
Had me volleyed if your hometown
Would be, heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed
Made you by far the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon,
Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin
“Now are these niggas in this house up to somethin
Sellin crack sack by sack so they can funtion.”
W-w-well, yes and no
Yes we were sellin it but no is wasn't blow.
Cook it in the basement and move it at a show
Grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho!”
Meanwhile the video starts playin
BET college radio in a van
Packed full of niggas with a blunt in dey hand
And one in dey ear, you know what im sayin
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam-roam.
So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home.
But when I got home I never did,
By the time I did heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur who replied “see ya later”
When he got the good news, that's life, shit
Now im 19 with a Cadillac
My nigga had a lex, with the gold pack
Got a plaque but im livin with my pop-pop
So I got a glock and a low-jack.
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more, follow me
Are you starting to gather what im getting at
Now if im losing you, tell me, and I'll double back
But keep in mind at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly if one said it now, but those were the days
When spring break, and Daytona,
And freak-niks, made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south, but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went, myself and Big Boi, well you knew him as twan
That's right you were around before this shit begun.
Well twan had a daughter and sorta
Was made to mature before the first tour.
We hit the road like jack,
Laughed and cried
And drived it back with some yag.
Girls used to say, “Yall talk funny, yall from the islands”
Without laughin, they just keep smiling
“No, im from Atlanta baby,
He from savannah maybe
We should hook up and get tore up,
And then lay down, hey we
Gotta go 'cause the bus is pullin out in 30 minutes
She's playin tennis disturbin the tenants.
15 - love, fit like glove
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost
Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
Enough about me, hows about you,
Hows the little kid?
She was about two the last time we spoke.
I haven't smoked or took a shot of drink
'cause I started the second album off on another note.
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
But see I balled out, and before I falled out
I slowed my 'lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need.
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor starin
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street.
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn.
I'd meet muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas,
And macaroni niggas, impostas.
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where M.C.s at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her hair
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rockin at the time
When I was goin through them phases tryin to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searchin but I started liking this girl.
Now you know her, as Erica on and on Badu
Call tyrone on the phone, Why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me, hm, that ain't my name.
Well young in love, in short, we had fun
No regrets, no abortion, had a son,
By the name of Seven, and he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll prolly be six.
You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts
Yall stand against the wall blindfolded,
Me throw the darts, to poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportationment, a Marta card.
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin in his yard.
You fix it up, you trick it out,
You give it rims, you give it bump,
You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about
(And that's as far as I got)