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Daz Dillinger - One-Nine-99 lyrics
[Lil' C-Style] Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang Me an my nigga daz doing thangs Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin You cant count my shit, ya know [Daz Dillinger] I smoked Tora before I had an call Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star My pockets stay fat sometimes I want to say fuck rap and get an sack (Why's That) That where's my heart is at, that why I started that Somebody tell me party at So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710 Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin Mother fuckers shoot ten Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Lil' C-Style] I touch more woman than I can ever feel I stop at the set where the homeboys chill I spot big homie C-bo with the gat and bat Cross the street and the corner with the orange sack As I continue my mission down m.l.k I bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c Im that little nigga C Style from nineteen street Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit [Lil C-Style Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Daz Dillinger] Yea, ha ha one nine nine nine Daz an Lil Style coming through you like that Now you know Eastside is where we hang Got the one nine loc and doing the thang Don't make curb serving, dub or die Taking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time My homie once want way back You better read the walls and know where you at Or get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strap When im on the Eastside I keep it on my lap Lil Style [Lil C Style] Nigga I got stay strap Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back To fucking roaches and rats And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat that Im trying to see brand new house and an cadillac Where my six hoes, number one on the bizzat Where my Daz and you know we on fizzat I was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzat So eaze up and recognize us Me an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders Aint an damn thang could divide us This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas [Lil C-Style Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Daz and Lil C Style] We on some gangsta shit nigga We on some gangsta shit nigga [Big Pimping] Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit go Fa sho, smoking is what makes train go Blowing circles around over here How many is with the bullets on the bed Yea, you heard what the fuck I said Yea, that some of that gangsta shit That aint representing with that master shit Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit |
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