Two D**e Boyz (In A Cadillac)-Outkast

[ti:Two D**e Boyz (In A Cadillac)] [ar:Outkast] [al:Original Album Classics] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Two D**e Boyz (In A Cadillac) - Outkast [00:13.04]From the bottom of my lungs a ni**a be blowin spittin his game [00:15.29]Comin up on ya from the South the A-T-Liens ain't changed [00:17.48]Cooler than most players claim to be [00:18.97]A ni**a that's from the A-Town see [00:20.28]The home of the Bankhead Bounce Campbellton Road and other city streets [00:22.78]Enough of the verality fallacy butter we speak not fiction [00:25.59]Speakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you b**ches [00:27.77]Everytime I ryhme for y'all I'm lookin to prove a point [00:30.27]Kickin a freestyle every now and then [00:32.20]But mostly off the joint [00:33.20]See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows why [00:35.57]The ni**a the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why [00:37.63]But me and my folks cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker [00:40.69]I'm sick of these wack a** rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers [00:43.75]Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion [00:45.99]This side niggaz dustin that side niggaz lacin [00:47.87]But in the middle we stay calm we just drop bombs [00:50.98]Askin where we come from South Post Lodge [00:52.92][Chorus:] [00:53.48]Its Just Two D**e Boyz In A Cadillac [2X] [00:56.73][Verse Two: Andre Big Boi] [01:04.46]This ol sucka MC stepped up to me [01:06.46]Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently [01:08.83]As he spit and stumbled over cliches so called freestylin [01:11.26]Whole purpose just to make me feel low I guess you whylin [01:14.70]I say look boi I ain't for that f**k sh*t; so f**k this [01:17.63]Let me explain on this child style so you don't miss [01:19.81]I grew up to myself not round no park bench [01:22.00]Just a ni**a bustin flows off in apartments [01:23.74]Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion [01:27.30]This side niggaz dustin that side niggaz lacin [01:29.24]But in the middle we stay calm we just drop bombs [01:32.42]Askin where we come from South Post slums [01:34.67][Chorus] [01:35.35][Verse Three: Big Boi Andre] [01:36.85]It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods Coups to the Villes [01:47.77]Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill [01:50.39]In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool now [01:53.26]I'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through now [01:56.19]Don't you love the way we clamin Bankhead stankhead [01:58.31]Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted [02:00.81]Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block [02:03.31]And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop [02:05.68]Yeah tight like nuts and bolts sluts and hoes that get evicted [02:08.86]I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle ain't worth to risk it [02:11.36]Now tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects [02:14.17]Can't put you on my payroll and no I ain't got no Rolex [02:16.66]Or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We'll rap for food" [02:19.53]My face is bawled up cuz I ain't in a happy mood [02:22.28]While my partner got the squeegee and the windex [02:24.15]Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax [02:26.90]Error bring the terror to your dome like P E [02:29.26]Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style [02:32.01]Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion [02:34.51]This side niggaz dustin that side niggaz lacin [02:36.51]But in the middle we stay calm [02:38.81]We just drop