Lyrics 2 Dope Boyz In A Cadillac - OutKast
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
Its
just
two
dope
boyz
in
a
cadillac
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
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,
sluts
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...
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