Текст песни Daz Dillinger ( and JT the Bigga Figga) - One Nine
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[Lil` C-Style]Ohhwwee, it`s goin downLong Beach connected, me and my nigga Daz doin thangsYeah, can`t stop this shit - tired of all this bullshitNigga independent over here, yaknowmsayin?Nigga countin my shit, yaknow? ...[Daz Dillinger]I slung tar before I had a car...Went from a lil` old nigga, to a worldwide rap starMy pockets stay fat (fat)Sometimes I wanna say "fuck rap" and get a sack(Why`s that?) Cuz that`s where my heart is at (uh-huh)That`s what started that (uh-huh)Somebody tell me where the (?) atSo I can get bombed in, ridin on the one tento the ninety-one to the seven tenI back in the Beach againJust ridin high, jumped out with a grin (grin)Motherfucker shoot ten, started off with fifty dollarsnow I`m up to a thousandHittin lick after lick, see how it getsNow I`m on some old gangsta shit[Hook: Daz]One nine... nine... (right on)Nine... (right on) nine...One nine... (right on)Nine... (right on)Nine... nine...We on some old gangsta shit nigga...[Lil` C-Style]Yeah, 5 to 9 for 50Back, back, bitch you want 9 for a G?Bitch you want 20 for a thousand?I - I`m touchin more money than I could ever feelI stop on the seven where the homeboys chillI spot my big homie C-Bo and I`m glad he backFlossin still on the corner with the orange sackAs I continue my mission down M.L.K.I bust a right and see my homie hangin out on 19thBig Will, one-eyed gangsta from O-N-G-CAnd I`m that lil` nigga C-Style from 19th StreetNot even half way done dipped through my hood just yetI spot a bad-ass bitch; she wanna give me some headSo in ten traces I got a fish to getNigga I love fuckin bitches that I just met[Hook: C-Style]It`s one nine... nine...Nine... nine...One nine... nine...Nine... nine...One nine...[Daz talking]Yeah haha, one nine-nine-nineD-A-Z, Lil` Style, comin through like that(Comin through in the `Lac) yeahSo now ya know eastside is where we hangAt the one nine liqour sto`, doin our thangThe domain, curbed surfin, dubs and dimesTake the penitentiary check, some rappin at the same timeMy homie once for me, way way backYa betta, read the walls to know where ya atAnd get yo` little ass jacked, that`s why I stay strappedAnd when I`m on the eastside, I keep it on my lapYo Style...[Lil` C-Style]Well I gotta stay strapped even though I`m fresh out the countyand ain`t tryna go back - to fuckin roaches and ratsand nasty-ass food, nigga ain`t tryna eat thatI`m tryna see a brand-new house and a CadillacWhere my stiz-home`s number one on the miz-apWith my homie Daz and you know we on fiz-aI was carryin a deuce-five through fo-five striz-at (boo-yaa!)So ease up and recognize usMe and my nigga D-A-Z; we ain`t nuttin but some RIDERS!And can`t a damn thing divide usThis some real-ass motherfuckin Eastsiders[Hook: C-Style]It`s one nine... nine...Nine... nine...One nine... nine...Nine... nine...We on some old gangsta shit nigga... yeahWe on some old gangsta shit nigga... yeaaah! ha![talking]Now you ain`t never felt a feeling like a blowThat`s when place or showIn the nine nine that`s how shit go, fa sho`Smoke is what makes the train goBlowin circles around the headHarmony is with the bullets on the bedYeah you heard what the fuck I saidYeah that`s some of that gangsta shitThat ain`t misrepresented with that master shitNigga just let it be known, that it ain`t about no bullshitCuz it`s on - now that`s some of that gangsta shit