February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin`
My mamma had a ni**a 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 s**t I started servin`
Around Frazier home, down in the west side projects
Changin` over food stamps, 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 ni**az 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 s**t
And if you comin` with eight dollars, you s**t 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
(And it don`t stop, and it don`t quit, it`s like that and ah)
Diggin` the scene with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it don`t quit, and it don`t stop)
Nine in my hand, one in my crotch
(And it don`t quit, like that now, like that now, like this)
Diggin` the scene with a gangsta slouch
(And it don`t stop, and it don`t quit, it`s like that and ah)

See, ni**az in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin` it for years, so these ni**az ain`t gone change
They comin` around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin` furry kangol`s, so that s**t 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 ni**az in the pointe ain`t changed, main
You might call us country, but we`s only southern
And I don`t give a f**k, P-funk spot to spark another

Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
(And it don`t stop, and it don`t quit, it`s like that and ah)
Diggin` the scene with a gangsta slouch
(Like that now, like this, and it don`t stop, and it don`t quit)
Nine in my hand, one in my crotch
(Like that now, like that now, like this, and it don`t stop)
Diggin` the scene with a gangsta slouch
(And it don`t quit, it`s like that ah, it`s like that ah, like this)
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