OutKast - Two Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac) lyrics

Greetings, earthlings

From the bottom of my lungs
A nigga be blowing spitting his game
Coming 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
Speaking of 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 off the joint
See I smoke good cause see it
Go good wit them flows, bwoi
The nigga the B-IG like Tony
Rich nobody knows why but me and my folks
Cause y'all niggas 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 niggas dusting
That side niggas lacing
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop bombs
Asking where we come from? South Coast 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 cliches
So called freestyling
Whole purpose just to make me feel low
I guess you wilding i say, "Look, boy
I ain't for that fuck shit so fuck this"
"Let me explain 'only child' style
So you don't dis'"
I grew up to myself not round no park bench
Just a nigga busting flows off in apartments

Now who them boys that be
Having it crunk every occasion
This side niggas dusting
That side niggas lacing
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop bombs
Asking where we come from? South Coast 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 De 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 ya 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 yourselfs and stop

Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts
Sluts and hoes they get evicted
I'm dealing wit 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 PE
Prone to finish this out cause
This be a freestyle

Now who them boys that be
Having the crunk every occasion?
This side niggas dustin'
That side niggas lacin'
But in the middle we stay calm we just drop–
(Explosion)