Two Dope Boyz lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Two Dope Boyz



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 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 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 ain’t
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......