Yeah, I'm back off in this bitch one more time I drop this rhyme about where my roots at Yeah, so what's up? A Westside, it's in the house, Santa A Fraser Home, it's in the house, yeah A Cloverdale, it's in the house, Santa Savannah G8, it's in the house, so check it February 1st, 1975, it happened Was born in West Savannah, way before I started rappin' My mama had a nigga at the age of 15 My daddy was sellin' 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 did I Started servin' around Fraser Home Down in the Westside projects Changin' over booze jabs and hittin' a lick with sexy I'm just a player like that, my jeans are sharply creased I got a red-white T-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed It's so blind, I'm floatin', aroma's what I'm spoutin' Sade is in my shape deck, I'm movin' 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' reefer papers I'm slightly slouchin' as these 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 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 *** And if you comin' with eight dollars, you shoulda looked Because the west side ain't takin' no shots on the down-to-five hood 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 See, niggas in the south wear goatee, bingo chains Been doin' it for years, so these niggas 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 bong I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-string Cause the niggas in the point ain't changed, man You might call us country, but we's only southern And I don't give a fump, he gon' spot the spark another 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 Hello? What's up? What's up? Lil' D, get your ass in here! I gotta go. Hold up, wait. Mark, want you, Mark's wanna know if he can get some cut up. Some cut up? Ain't no cut up goin' here! I'll cut your little ass up!