JT the Bigga Figga - One Nine lyrics

[Lil' C-Style] Ohhwwee, it's goin down Long Beach connected, me and my n***a Daz doin thangs Yeah, can't stop this sh** - tired of all this bullsh** n***a independent over here, yaknowmsayin? n***a countin my sh**, yaknow? ... [Daz Dillinger] I slung tar before I had a car... Went from a lil' old n***a, to a worldwide rap star My pockets stay fat (fat) Sometimes I wanna say "f** 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 (?) at So I can get bombed in, ridin on the one ten To the ninety-one to the seven ten I back in the Beach again Just ridin high, jumped out with a grin (grin) Motherf**er shoot ten, started off with fifty dollars Now I'm up to a thousand Hittin lick after lick, see how it gets Now I'm on some old gangsta sh** [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 sh** n***a... [Lil' C-Style] Yeah, 5 to 9 for 50 Back, back, b**h you want 9 for a G? b**h you want 20 for a thousand? I - I'm touchin more money than I could ever feel I stop on the seven where the homeboys chill I spot my big homie C-Bo and I'm glad he back Flossin still on the corner with the orange sack As I continue my mission down M.L.K I bust a right and see my homie hangin out on 19th Big Will, one-eyed gangsta from O-N-G-C And I'm that lil' n***a C-Style from 19th Street Not even half way done dipped through my hood just yet I spot a bad-a** b**h; she wanna give me some head So in ten traces I got a fish to get n***a I love f**in b**hes 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-nine D-A-Z, Lil' Style, comin through like that (Comin through in the 'Lac) yeah So now ya know eastside is where we hang At the one nine liqour sto', doin our thang The domain, curbed surfin, dubs and dimes Take the penitentiary check, some rappin at the same time My homie once for me, way way back Ya betta, read the walls to know where ya at And get yo' little a** jacked, that's why I stay strapped And when I'm on the eastside, I keep it on my lap Yo Style... [Lil' C-Style] Well I gotta stay strapped even though I'm fresh out the county And ain't tryna go back - to f**in roaches and rats And nasty-a** food, n***a ain't tryna eat that I'm tryna see a brand-new house and a Cadillac Where my stiz-home's number one on the miz-ap With my homie Daz and you know we on fiz-a I was carryin a deuce-five through fo-five striz-at (boo-yaa!) So ease up and recognize us Me and my n***a D-A-Z; we ain't nuttin but some RIDERS! And can't a damn thing divide us This some real-a** motherf**in Eastsiders [Hook: C-Style] It's one nine... nine... Nine... nine... One nine... nine... Nine... nine... We on some old gangsta sh** n***a... yeah We on some old gangsta sh** n***a... yeaaah! ha! [Talking] Now you ain't never felt a feeling like a blow That's when place or show In the nine nine that's how sh** go, fa sho' Smoke is what makes the train go Blowin circles around the head Harmony is with the bullets on the bed Yeah you heard what the f** I said Yeah that's some of that gangsta sh** That ain't misrepresented with that master sh** n***a just let it be known, that it ain't about no bullsh** Cuz it's on - now that's some of that gangsta sh**