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"West Savannah" lyrics

[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 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 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 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 
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 West Side 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, 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, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains 
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change 
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul 
Been wearin furry Kangol's, 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 hoe if she got a G-strang 
Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main 
You might call us country, but we's only Southern 
And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another 

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