Verse One: Big Boi,

Andre



From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game

Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint 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

Everytime I ryhme 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 yall 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 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'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