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West Savannah
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[Big Boi]
 
February 1st 1975 it happened
 
Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin
 
My mamma had a ***** at the age of fifteen
 
My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities
 
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
 
and she couldn't watch my every move so **** I started servin
 
Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects
 
Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see
 
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
 
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East
 
So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin
 
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi
 
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
 
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
 
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
 
But the *****z around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me
 
They want to be me and my family too
 
Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room
 
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
 
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
 
But go 'head on, with that foolishness *****
 
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this ****
 
And if you comin with eight dollars, you **** out of luck
 
Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
 
So fire it up
 
Chorus:
 
Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
 
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
 
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
 
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
 
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
 
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
 
See, *****z in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
 
Been doin it for years, so these *****z ain't gone change
 
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
 
Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that **** is old
 
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
 
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
 
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
 
as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
 
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
 
Cause the *****z in the Pointe ain't changed, main
 
You might call us country, but we's only Southern
 
And I don't give a ****, P-Funk spot to spark another
 
Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)