OutKast - West Savannah lyrics

Yeah, I’m back off in this
Bitch one more time
To drop this rhyme, about 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 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 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 moving in slow motion, boi
So meet me deep in the streets
That's where I learned the capers
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves
Rolling reefer papers i'm slightly slouched
In the seats off in my bucket
But the niggas 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 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 coming with eight dollars
You shit out of luck
Because the Westside ain't taking 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
M-m-m-mhmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit
And it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit
It's like that and ah)

See, niggas in the South wear
Gold teeth and gold chains
Been doing it for years
So these niggas ain't gone change
They coming around the ghetto so
You might call em soul
Been wearing 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 ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas 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 spot to spark another

Now, now, now, nine in my hand
Ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit
And it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit
It's like that and ah)
Now, now, now, nine in my hand
Ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit
And it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit
It's like that and ah)
Now, now, now, nine in my hand
Ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
M-m-m-mhmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit
And it don't stop)

Hold on, I'm 'bout to call my girl
Man, see, how weak yo game is?
Shut up, you ain't even got one, shut up
Hello? Wassup? Wassup? Get yo ass in here!
I gotta go hold up
Mark wants- Mark wanna know if
He can get some cut-up some cut-up?
(Record scratch) ain't no cut-up going here
I'll cut y'all ass up!