West Savannah

Yeah, I'm back off in this bitch one more time

To drop this rhyme, 'bout where my roots at

Yeah, Westside is in the house

Frazier Homes is in the house

Cloverdale is in the house

And Savannah, GA is in the house, so check it

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 shit I started servin'

Around Frazier Home, down in the Westside 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 **** around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me (Yeah)

They wanna be me and my family too

Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in every room

So follow the fiends, 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, bitch

Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit

And if you comin' with eight dollars, you shit out of luck

Because the Westside ain't takin' no shorts on the dime, so fire it up

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

See, **** in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains

Been doin' it for years, so these **** ain't gon' 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 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 ho if she got a G-string

'Cause the **** in the Point ain't changed, man

You might call us country, but we's only Southern

And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk's 'bout to spark another

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!

Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm-hmm!