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