Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Nine 99, artist - Daz Dillinger. Album song RAW, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2000
Record label: Dogg Pound Online
Song language: English
One Nine 99 |
| 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 can’t count my shit, ya know |
| 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, now Im up to an thousand |
| Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| 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 MLK |
| 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 halfway 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 can’t hit |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| 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 |
| Nigga I got stay strap |
| Even though im fresh out the county and ain’t trying to go back |
| To fucking roaches and rats |
| And nasty ass food, nigga, I ain’t 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 homie 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 ain’t we nothin but some riders |
| Ain’t an damn thang could divide us |
| This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine |
| We on some gangsta shit nigga |
| We on some gangsta shit nigga |
| Now you ain’t 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 ain’t 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 |