[Big Boi]
 [bad word] 1st, 1975 it happened
 Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin
 My mamma had a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and holla at me
 But go 'head on, with that foolishness [bad word] 
 Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm [bad word] to this [bad word] 
 And if [bad word] with eight dollars, you [bad word] out of luck
 Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
 So fire it up

 [bad word] ]

 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
 [bad word] around the ghetto so you might call em soul
 Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word]  P-Funk spot to spark another

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