Two Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac)

(Greetings, earthlings) Uh, yeah From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowing spitting his game Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain't changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's 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 Speaking of pulling yo' girl looking at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I rhyme for y'all, I'm looking to prove a point Kicking a freestyle every now and then But mostly off the joint See I smoke good 'cause see it go good wit them flows, boy The nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why But me and my folks, 'cause y'all niggas jokes like The Joker I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion? This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Post slums It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac 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 freestyling Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding And I say look boy, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this Let me explain "only child" style so you don't dis' I grew up to myself not round no park bench Just a nigga busting flows off in apartments Now, who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion? This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Post slums It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to the Villes Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cutting the fool now I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm through now Don't you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead Looking around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted I'm dealing wit' queens in my castle ain't worth it to risk it Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex Or no diamond at the exit with a sign saying "We'll rap for food" My face is bawled up 'cause I ain't in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the windex 'Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax- Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E Prone to finish this out because this be a free-style Now, who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion? This side niggas dustin, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm We just drop