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