Two Dope Boyz (In A Cadillac)

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......