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
  
  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 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
  
  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, 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......