West Savannah

Artist：outkast

Songs Title：west savannah

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 hes gots responsibilities

Stayed at me grannys while me mammy was at work

And she couldnt 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

Im 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 Im sportin

Sade is in my tape deck, Im movin in slow motion boi

So meet me deep in the streets thats where I learned the capers

Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers

Im 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

Its 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 Im true to this shit

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

Because the west side aint 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 dont quit, and it dont stop）

Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch

Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!

（and it dont stop, and it dont quit, its like that and ah）

See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains

Been doin it for years, so these niggaz aint gone 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 moneys spent

You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk

As long as theres that tic tic followed by that bump

Im down to stick a hoe if she got a g-strang

Cause the niggaz in the pointe aint changed, main

You might call us country, but wes only southern

And I dont give a fuck, p-funk spot to spark another