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West Savannah
OutKast Lyrics


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Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is in the house
Cloverdale is in the house
And Savannah, GA is in the house, so check it

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 niggas 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 fiends, 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, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

See, niggas in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas 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 ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas in the Point ain't changed, mane
You might call us country, but we's only Southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

Now, now, now, nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)

Hold on, I'm 'bout to call my girl
(I'm 'bout to see how weak yo 'game is?)
Shut up ol' sissy, you ain't even got one
Sissy? Who you callin' sissy?
shut up
Hello?
Wassup?
Wassup?
(Missy, get yo' ass in here)
I gotta go
Hold up, wait
Marcus- Marcus wanna know if he can get some cut-up
Some cut-up?
Ain't no cut-up going here
I'll cut y'all ass up

Overall Meaning

OutKast's "West Savannah" is a return to their roots, as the title implies. The song is a lyrical narration of André 3000's life in his hometown, Savannah, Georgia. The song begins with an introduction boasting about their roots, listing all the neighborhoods and the city of Savannah itself. André goes back in time to February 1st, 1975, the day he was born. He talks about his mom giving birth to him at 15, and his dad was selling drugs. His granny took him in, but he ended up serving drugs at Frazier Homes, trying to make ends meet.


André describes his neighborhood and his lifestyle, detailing his everyday life in the "hood," and his interactions with the locals, drug-dealing and "servicing" around the neighbourhood. He seems proud of his beginnings, his culture, and where he comes from. The chorus, "Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch/Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch," reflects how rappers were perceived at the time, made of gold chains and gangsta postures. André asserts that the South has its unique culture, where people wear grills, gaudy jewelry, and furry Kangol hats. André ends the verse boasting of his prowess with women and his willingness to do whatever it takes.




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Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Renard Wade

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