919 lyrics

[Intro]
Ohhhhh (North Carolina)
On, top (y'all better come on)
Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
Petey Pablo (c'mon!)
Abnormal, huhhh

[Hook]
9-1-9 motherf*ckerrrrr
(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherf*cker
9-1-9 motherf*cker
I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherf*cker!

[Petey Pablo]
Born and raised, precious year '73
Back then we knew how sh*t was gon' be, MOTHERf*ckER!
What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
My n*gga my hood, my God - they good to us Carolina
Love my liquor house, club, my big girl, my son a thug
My big, family with fifty-eleven cousins
Ya heard? Huhhhh, Southern Magnoila belle
No Limit, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A-T-L
It's a chain here, we the nation jump on boats with a load
Get this Carolina show on the road
Whodie I want billboards with my face all across the world
With a outline of my state n*gga, puffin it up
Y'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin sh*t out your cup
So the f*ck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme
Holla motherf*ckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh
[Hook] - repeat 2X

[Petey Pablo]
Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame
Your main man done f*cked around and got us a name
A motherf*cker don't really want a train-train
But it still came and ain't stop the thang, y'knowmsayin?
Now we in the game, don't know it now, oh you bound to bust down
Oh it's on now! I put my whole STATE through the door
Ohhh Lord, how you let them do that folk?
Like I'm losin control, runnin motherf*ckers off the road, one-double-O
95 South 'til I get home, mannnn
The country had to come there, poppa I love home
And comin home, like I love my momma; pop the champagne partner
f*ck it, drink it straight out the bottle
f*ck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight
Tonight is a n*gga night, aight? n*gga get right
Now with all your might, holla like your best friend died
And his help number is 9-1-9, one time

[Hook] - echoes at the end

"The number you requested, area code 9-1-9
Will be automatically dialed..."
[Petey Pablo]
What, what!
The whole feelin of this 9-1-9 give you the type of
9-1-9 kind of get high
n*gga this the code of the world (people)
You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the sh*t out
Man they lovin the South, loved it before but even more now
Later who wants a response from the crowd
Look how my n*ggas holdin it down
Screamin like they sh*t here out (it is how!)
Motherf*cker feel the power!
Represent yo' stompin ground
Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the f*ck out
All together now, please, I need you so wow
Just the law n*ggas turned it down, comin too loud

[Hook] - repeat 2X