West Savannah

Yeah, haha

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 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 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 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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(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 doin it for years, so these niggas 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 ho if she got a G-string

'Cause the niggas in the Point ain't changed, mane

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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(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, mmm, hmm

(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

Hold on, I'm 'bout to call my girl

(I'm 'bout to see how weak yo 'game is?)

Shut up ol' sissy, you ain't even got one

Sissy? Who you callin' sissy?

shut up

Hello?

Wassup?

Wassup?

(Missy, get yo' ass in here)

I gotta go

Hold up, wait

Marcus- Marcus wanna know if he can get some cut-up

Some cut-up?

Ain't no cut-up going here

I'll cut y'all ass up