Two Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac)
 作词 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton
 作曲 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton
 Greetings, earthlings
 Verse 1: Big Boi
 From the bottom of my lungs a ***** be blowing
 Spitting his game
 Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain't changed
 Cooler than most players claim to be
 A ***** 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
 Speaking of pulling yo girl looking at Jheri curls you bitches
 Everytime I rhyme for y'all, I'm looking to prove a point
 Kicking a freestyle every now and then
 But mostly off the joint
 See I smoke good cause see it go good wit them flows, bwoi
 The ***** the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why
 But me and my folks, cause y'all *****s jokes like the Joker
 I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers
 Hook: André 3000 & Peaches
 Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion
 This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing
 But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
 Asking where we come from? South Post slums
 It's just two dope boys in a cadillac
 It's just two dope boys in a cadillac
 Verse 2: André 3000
 This ol' sucka MC stepped up to me
 Challenged André to a battle and I stood there patiently
 As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestyling
 Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding
 I say, "Look, boy, I ain't for that ***** *****—so ***** *****"
 "Let me explain 'only child' style so you don't dis'"
 I grew up to myself not round no park bench
 Just a ***** busting flows off in apartments
 Hook: André 3000 & Peaches
 Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion
 This side *****s dusting, that side *****s lacing
 But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
 Asking where we come from? South Post slums
 It's just two dope boys in a cadillac
 It's just two dope boys in a cadillac
 Verse 3: Big Boi
 It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to the Villes
 Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill
 In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here
 We cutting the fool now
 I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm through now
 Don't you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead
 Looking around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted
 Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block
 And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop
 Verse 4: André 3000
 Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted
 I'm dealing wit Queens in my castle—ain't worth it to risk it
 Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the projects
 Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
 Or no diamond; at the exit with a sign saying "We'll rap for food"
 My face is bawled up cause I ain't in a happy mood
 While my partner got the squeegee and the Windex
 'Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax error
 Bring the terror to your dome like PE
 Prone to finish this out cause this be a freestyle
 Hook: André 3000
 Now who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion?
 This side *****s dustin', that side *****s lacin'
 But in the middle we stay calm
 We just drop–
 (Explosion)