Two Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac)

Greetings, earthling

From the bottom of my lungs a **** be blowing, spitting his game

Coming up on ya from the South, the ATLiens ain't changed

Cooler than most players claim to be, a **** that's from the A-Town, see

The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets

Enough of the verality, fallacy, better we speak not fiction

Creepin' up 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 after a joint

See, I smoke good 'cause see it go good with them flows, boy

The **** the B-I-G, like Tony Rich nobody knows why

But me and my folks, 'cause y'all **** 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 **** dusting, that side **** lacing

But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs

Asking where we come from, South Cost 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 André to a battle and I stood there patiently

As he spit and stumbled over clichés, 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 diss

I grew up to myself, not 'round no park bench

Just a **** busting flows off in apartments

Now, who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion?

This side **** dusting, that side **** 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 you 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 yourselves and stop

Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes, they get evicted

I'm dealing with 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 projects

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 freestyle

Now, who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion?

This side **** dustin', that side **** lacing

But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop