Artist: Daz Dillinger (& JT the Bigga Figga) f/ Lil C-Style Album: Long Beach 2 Fillmoe Song: One Nine Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com [Lil' C-Style] Ohhwwee, it's goin down Long Beach connected, me and my nigga Daz doin thangs Yeah, can't stop this shit - tired of all this bullshit Nigga 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 star My 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 (?) 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) Motherfucker 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 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 50 Back, 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 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' nigga C-Style from 19th Street Not even half way done dipped through my hood just yet I spot a bad-ass bitch; she wanna give me some head So in ten traces I got a fish to get Nigga 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-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 ass 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 fuckin roaches and rats and nasty-ass food, nigga 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 nigga D-A-Z; we ain't nuttin but some RIDERS! And can't a damn thing divide us This 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... yeah We on some old gangsta shit nigga... 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 shit 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 fuck I said Yeah that's some of that gangsta shit That ain't misrepresented with that master shit Nigga just let it be known, that it ain't about no bullshit Cuz it's on - now that's some of that gangsta shit