West Savannah

So flyin', or floatin', a brougham is what I'm sportin'
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call em soul
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
Nine in my hand, one in my crotch
Because the money that I make be puttin' cable off in every room
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin'
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang

They wanna be me and my family too
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Because the west side ain't takin' no shorts on the dime
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch

I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
(And it don't quit, like that now, like that now, like this)
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch

My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
Been wearin' furry kangol's, so that shit is old
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch

But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch

Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
You might call us country, but we's only southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-funk spot to spark another
'Cause the niggaz in the pointe ain't changed, main
I got a fresh white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed east
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
As long as there's that tic tic followed by that bump
Nine in my hand, one in my crotch
Us lickin' blunts, lickin' leaves, rollin' reefer papers
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
(Like that now, like that now, like this, and it don't stop)
Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(Like that now, like this, and it don't stop, and it don't quit)
See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Around Frazier home, down in the west side projects
(And it don't quit, it's like that ah, it's like that ah, like this)
Been doin' it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
So fire it up
And if you comin' with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
Changin' over food stamps, and hittin' a lick was next see