Verse 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 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


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 Y'all 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