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..