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Cat Stevens - West Savannah

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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 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
   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, mmmmhmmmm!
   (like that now, like this, and it don\'t quit, and it don\'t stop)
   Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
   Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
   (and it don\'t stop, and it don\'t quit, it\'s like that and ah)
   See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
   Been doin it for years, so these niggaz 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 hoe if she got a G-strang
   Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain\'t changed, main
   You might call us country, but we\'s only Southern
   And I don\'t give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another

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