[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 heand's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me grannyand's while me mammy was at work
And she couldnand'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
Iand'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 iand'm sportin
Sade is in my tape deck, iand'm movin in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets thatand's where i learned the capers
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
Iand'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
Itand's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go and'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because iand'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side ainand't takin no shorts on the dime
So fire it up
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 donand't quit, and it donand't stop)
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(and it donand't stop, and it donand't quit, itand's like that and ah)
See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ainand't gone change
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin furry kangoland'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 moneyand's spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
As long as thereand's that andquot;tic ticandquot; followed by that bump
Iand'm down to stick a hoe if she got a g-strang
Cause the niggaz in the pointe ainand't changed, main
You might call us country, but weand's only southern
And i donand't give a fuck, p-funk spot to spark another
Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)
