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Letra actual de la canción
[Big Boi] <br />February 1st, 1975 it happened <br />Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin <br />My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen <br />My daddy was sellin that sack, now he´s gots responsibilities <br />Stayed at me granny´s while me mammy was at work <br />and she couldn´t watch my every move so shit I started servin <br />Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects <br />Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see <br />I´m just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased <br />I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East <br />So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I´m sportin <br />Sade is in my tape deck, I´m movin in slow motion boi <br />So meet me deep in the streets that´s where I learned the capers <br />Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers <br />I´m slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket <br />But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me <br />They wanna be me and my family too <br />Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room <br />So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies <br />It´s everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me <br />But go ´head on, with that foolishness bitch <br />Let me get lovely with my swerve because I´m true to this shit <br />And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck <br />Because the West Side ain´t takin no shorts on the dime <br />So fire it up <br /> <br />[Chorus:] <br /> <br />Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch <br />Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! <br />(like that now, like this, and it don´t quit, and it don´t stop) <br />Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch <br />Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! <br />(and it don´t stop, and it don´t quit, it´s like that and ah) <br /> <br />See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains <br />Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain´t gone change <br />They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul <br />Been wearin furry Kangol´s, so that shit is old <br />You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent <br />Five dollars for a table dance so now your money´s spent <br />You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk <br />as long as there´s that "tic tic" followed by that bump <br />I´m down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang <br />Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain´t changed, main <br />You might call us country, but we´s only Southern <br />And I don´t give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another <br /> <br />[Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Big Boi] <br />February 1st, 1975 it happened <br />Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin <br />My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen <br />My daddy was sellin that sack, now he´s gots responsibilities <br />Stayed at me granny´s while me mammy was at work <br />and she couldn´t watch my every move so shit I started servin <br />Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects <br />Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see <br />I´m just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased <br />I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East <br />So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I´m sportin <br />Sade is in my tape deck, I´m movin in slow motion boi <br />So meet me deep in the streets that´s where I learned the capers <br />Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers <br />I´m slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket <br />But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me <br />They wanna be me and my family too <br />Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room <br />So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies <br />It´s everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me <br />But go ´head on, with that foolishness bitch <br />Let me get lovely with my swerve because I´m true to this shit <br />And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck <br />Because the West Side ain´t takin no shorts on the dime <br />So fire it up <br /> <br />[Chorus:] <br /> <br />Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch <br />Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! <br />(like that now, like this, and it don´t quit, and it don´t stop) <br />Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch <br />Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! <br />(and it don´t stop, and it don´t quit, it´s like that and ah) <br /> <br />See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains <br />Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain´t gone change <br />They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul <br />Been wearin furry Kangol´s, so that shit is old <br />You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent <br />Five dollars for a table dance so now your money´s spent <br />You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk <br />as long as there´s that "tic tic" followed by that bump <br />I´m down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang <br />Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain´t changed, main <br />You might call us country, but we´s only Southern <br />And I don´t give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another <br /> <br />[Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)]
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