From the bottom of my lungs a ni**a be blowin`, spittin` his game
Comin` up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain`t changed
Cooler than most players claim to be
A ni**a 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
Every time I rhyme 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 ni**a the B I G like Tony Rich nobody knows why
But me and my folks `cuz ya`ll ni**as 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 ni**az dustin` that side ni**az lacin`
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Askin` where we come from, South Post Lodge

It`s just two dope boyz in a Cadillac
It`s just two dope boyz in a Cadillac

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 s**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 ni**a bustin` flows off in apartments

Now who dem boyz that be havin` the cronk every occasion
This side ni**az dustin` that side ni**az lacin`
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
It`s just two dope boyz in a Cadillac

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` individuals 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 ain`t worth to risk it
Now tricks be lookin` 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 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 just 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 ni**az dustin` that side ni**az lacin`
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop