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Outkast - 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 nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin that sack, now hes gots responsibilities
Stayed at me grannys while me mammy was at work
and she couldnt watch my every move so shit I started servin
Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects
Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see
Im 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 Im sportin
Sade is in my tape deck, Im movin in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets thats where I learned the capers
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
Im slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me
They wanna 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
Its everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because Im true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the West Side aint 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 dont quit, and it dont stop)
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(and it dont stop, and it dont quit, its like that and ah)

See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz aint gone change
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin furry Kangols, so that shit is old
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your moneys spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
as long as theres that tic tic followed by that bump
Im down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
Cause the niggaz in the Pointe aint changed, main
You might call us country, but wes only Southern
And I dont give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another

[Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)]