Two dope boyz (in a cadillac)

Two dope boyz (in a cadillac) Lyrics

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 b**ches 
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 f**k sh*t; so f**k 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 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre 

It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes 
Hittin 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 indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop 

Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sl*ts and hoes that get evicted 
I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it 
Now tricks be lookin 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 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 jus 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...... Outkast Lyrics Index