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