West Savannah Lyrics - Aquemini - Outkast

[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 

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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 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) 

Photos 

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 

Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)