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[Verse One: Big Boi, Andre]<br><br>From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game<br>Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed<br>Cooler than most players claim to be<br>A nigga that´s from the A-Town see<br>The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets<br>Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction<br>Speakin of pullin yo´ girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches<br>Everytime I ryhme for y´all, I´m lookin to prove a point<br>kickin a freestyle every now and then<br>but mostly off the joint<br>See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why<br>the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why<br>but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker<br>I´m sick of these wack ass rappers like I´m tired of hoes in chokers<br><br>Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs<br>askin where we come from...South Post Lodge<br><br>[Chorus:]<br><br>Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac [2x]<br><br>[Verse Two: Andre, Big Boi]<br><br>This ol sucka MC stepped up to me<br>Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently<br>As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin<br>Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin<br>I say look boi, I ain´t for that fuck shit; so fuck this<br>Let me explain on this child style so you don´t miss<br>I grew up to myself not round no park bench<br>just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments<br><br>Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs<br>askin where we come from...South Post slums<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre]<br><br>It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes<br>Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill<br>In this atmosphere this ain´t no practice here we cuttin the fool now<br>I´m doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I´m through now<br>Don´t you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead<br>Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that´s never tainted<br>Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block<br>And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop<br><br>Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted<br>I´m dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it<br>Now tricks be lookin at me like I´m they way up out the pro-jects<br>Can´t put you on my payroll, and no I ain´t got no Rolex<br>or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We´ll rap for food"<br>My face is bawled up cuz I ain´t in a happy mood<br>While my partner got the squeegee and the windex<br>Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax<br>Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.<br>Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style<br><br>Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>but in the middle we stay calm<br>we just drop...
New song lyrics
[Verse One: Big Boi, Andre]<br><br>From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game<br>Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed<br>Cooler than most players claim to be<br>A nigga that´s from the A-Town see<br>The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets<br>Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction<br>Speakin of pullin yo´ girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches<br>Everytime I ryhme for y´all, I´m lookin to prove a point<br>kickin a freestyle every now and then<br>but mostly off the joint<br>See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why<br>the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why<br>but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker<br>I´m sick of these wack ass rappers like I´m tired of hoes in chokers<br><br>Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs<br>askin where we come from...South Post Lodge<br><br>[Chorus:]<br><br>Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac [2x]<br><br>[Verse Two: Andre, Big Boi]<br><br>This ol sucka MC stepped up to me<br>Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently<br>As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin<br>Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin<br>I say look boi, I ain´t for that fuck shit; so fuck this<br>Let me explain on this child style so you don´t miss<br>I grew up to myself not round no park bench<br>just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments<br><br>Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs<br>askin where we come from...South Post slums<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre]<br><br>It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes<br>Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill<br>In this atmosphere this ain´t no practice here we cuttin the fool now<br>I´m doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I´m through now<br>Don´t you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead<br>Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that´s never tainted<br>Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block<br>And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop<br><br>Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted<br>I´m dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it<br>Now tricks be lookin at me like I´m they way up out the pro-jects<br>Can´t put you on my payroll, and no I ain´t got no Rolex<br>or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We´ll rap for food"<br>My face is bawled up cuz I ain´t in a happy mood<br>While my partner got the squeegee and the windex<br>Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax<br>Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.<br>Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style<br><br>Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion<br>this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin<br>but in the middle we stay calm<br>we just drop...
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