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One-Nine-99 (Feat. Lil-C-Style, Big Pimpin)

[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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