Yeah, I'm back off in this Abrams one more time And drop this rhyme about where my roots at Yeah, so what's up? A Westside is in the house, Anna A Fraser Home is in the house, yeah A Cloverdale is in the house, Anna Savannah G8 is in the house, so check it February 1st, 1975, it happened Was born in West Savannah, way before I started rapping My momma had a n***a at the age of 15 My daddy was selling that sack, now he's got responsibility Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work And she couldn't watch my every move, so then I started serving Around Fraser Home, down in the Westside projects Changing over booze jams and hitting a lick with sexy I'm just a player like that, my jeans are sharply creased I got a fresh white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed It's so fly, a-floatin', aroma's what I'm spoutin' Sade is in my tape deck, I'm moving in slow motion So meet me deep in the streets, that's where I learn the capers I'm slick and blunt, slick and lean, rollin' off your papers I'm slightly slouchin' as these off in my bucket But I'm duckin' around the ave in the world, 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 up in my hood, so come and holla at me But go head on with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my slur because I'm true to this bitch And if you comin' with eight dollars, you better try to look Because the west side ain't takin' no shots on the dime so fire up And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't quit, and it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this Ziggins in the south wear goatee, bingo chains Been doin' it for years so these ziggins ain't gon' change They comin' around the ghetto so you might call them so Been wearin' furry kangos so that * is old You might sling a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk As long as there's that tick tick followed by that bump I'm down to stick up, wish you got a G-string Cause the ziggins in the point ain't changed, man You might call us country, but we's only southern And I don't give a *, he gon' spot the spark in nothin' And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit Like that, like that, like this And it don't stop, and it don't quit