From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the south, the a-t-liens ain抰 changed
Cooler than most players claim to be
A nigga that抯 from the a-town see
The home of the bankhead bounce, campbellton road and other city streets
Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction
Speakin of pullin yogirl lookin at jheri curls you bitches
Everytime I ryhme for y抋ll, I抦 lookin to prove a point
Kickin a freestyle every now and then
But mostly off the joint
See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why
The nigga the b-i-g like tony rich nobody knows why
But me and my folks, cuz y抋ll niggas jokes like the joker
I抦 sick of these wack ass rappers like I抦 tired of hoes in chokers
Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Askin where we come from...south post lodge
Chorus:
Its just two dope boyz in a cadillac (2x)
Verse two: andre, big boi
This ol sucka mc stepped up to me
Challenged andre to a battle and I stood there patiently
As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin
Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin
I say look boi, I ain抰 for that fuck shit; so fuck this
Let me explain on this child style so you don抰 miss
I grew up to myself not round no park bench
Just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments
Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Askin where we come from...south post slums
Chorus
Verse three: big boi, andre
It goes chromes to the fleetwoods, coups to the villes
Hittin girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill
In this atmosphere this ain抰 no practice here we cuttin the fool now
I抦 doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I抦 through now
Don抰 you love the way we clamin bankhead, stankhead
Lookin around the swats for the herb that抯 never tainted
Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block
And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop
Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted
I抦 dealin wit queens in my castle ain抰 worth to risk it
Now tricks be lookin at me like I抦 they way up out the pro-jects
Can抰 put you on my payroll, and no I ain抰 got no rolex
Or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "we抣l rap for food"
My face is bawled up cuz I ain抰 in a happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your dome like p.e.
Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style
Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop......
