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