Daz Dillinger - One-Nine-99 Lyrics
f/ Lil' C-Style* send corrections to the typist[Lil' C-Style]Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gangMe an my nigga daz doing thangsYea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shitNigga independent over here, now what im sayinYou cant count my shit, ya know[Daz Dillinger]I smoked Tora before I had an callWent from a little old nigga to an world wide rap starMy pockets stay fatsometimes I want to say ***** rap and get an sack (Why's That)That where's my heart is at, that why I started thatSomebody tell me party atSo I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grinMother *****ers shoot tenStarted off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousandHit 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 feelI stop at the set where the homeboys chillI spot big homie C-bo with the gat and batCross the street and the corner with the orange sackAs I continue my mission down m.l.kI bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteenBaby boy where that gangsta from who and g.cIm that little nigga C Style from nineteen streetNot haft way to dip to my hood just yetI spot an bad ass ***** she want to give me some headSo I take ten Tracy's, I got an ***** to getI love *****ing *****es that I just cant hit[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine[Daz Dillinger]Yea, ha ha one nine nine nineDaz an Lil Style coming through you like thatNow you know Eastside is where we hangGot the one nine loc and doing the thangDon't make curb serving, dub or dieTaking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same timeMy homie once want way backYou better read the walls and know where you atOr get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strapWhen im on the Eastside I keep it on my lapLil Style[Lil C Style]Nigga I got stay strapEven though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go backTo *****ing roaches and ratsAnd nasty ass food, I aint try to eat thatIm trying to see brand new house and an cadillacWhere my six hoes, number one on the bizzatWhere my Daz and you know we on fizzatI was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzatSo eaze up and recognize usMe an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some ridersAint an damn thang could divide usThis is real ass mother *****ing Eastsidas[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine[Daz and Lil C Style]We on some gangsta shit niggaWe on some gangsta shit nigga[Big Pimping]Now you aint never show the feeling like the blowThat wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit goFa sho, smoking is what makes train goBlowing circles around over hereHow many is with the bullets on the bedYea, you heard what the ***** I saidYea, that some of that gangsta shitThat aint representing with that master shitNigga just let it be known that about no bull shitCause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit
