Free Diamonds - Two Dope Boyz (In A Cadillac) Lyrics
[Verse One: Big Boi, Andre]From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his gameComin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changedCooler than most players claim to beA nigga that's from the A-Town seeThe home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streetsEnough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fictionSpeakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you *****esEverytime I ryhme for y'all, I'm lookin to prove a pointkickin a freestyle every now and thenbut mostly off the jointSee I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, whythe nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows whybut me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the jokerI'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokersWho dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacinBut in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombsaskin 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 meChallenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patientlyAs he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylinWhole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylinI say look boi, I ain't for that ***** shit; so ***** thisLet me explain on this child style so you don't missI grew up to myself not round no park benchjust a nigga bustin flows off in apartmentsNow who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacinBut in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombsaskin where we come from...South Post slums[Chorus][Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre]It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the VillesHittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chillIn this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool nowI'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through nowDon't you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankheadLookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never taintedFainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the blockAnd all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stopYeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evictedI'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk itNow tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jectsCan't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolexor 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 moodWhile my partner got the squeegee and the windexCuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntaxError, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-styleNow who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacinbut in the middle we stay calm we just drop......For more information visit fanclub of OutKast http://brainstormlive.com/d/pg/groups/78542/outkast/.
