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'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

Speakin' of pullin' yo' girl lookin' at

Jheri curls you bitches

Every time

I rhyme for y'all,

I'm 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 ya'll niggas jokes like the joker

I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like

I'm 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

LodgeIt's just two dope boyz in a

CadillacIt's just two dope boyz in a

CadillacThis 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't for that fuck shit; so fuck this

Let me explain on this child style so you don't 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

It's just two dope boyz in a

CadillacIt's just two dope boyz in a

CadillacIt goes chromes to the

Fleetwoods,

Coups to the

VillesHittin'

Girbauds and off these flows, we havin' the playa chill

In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin' the fool now

I'm doin' ya at the house and throwin' you out because

I'm through now

Don't you love the way we clamin'

Bankhead, stankhead

Lookin' around the swats for the herb that's never tainted

Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin' on the block

And all you bitin' individuals need to check yourselfs and stop

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

I'm dealin' wit

Queens in my castle ain't worth to risk it

Now tricks be lookin' 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

RolexOr no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin', "We'll rap for food"

My face is bawled up 'cuz

I ain't in a happy mood

While my partner got the

Squeegee and the

Windex'Cuz 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 '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