One Nine 99 lyrics

[Intro: Lil' C-Style]
Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang
Me an my n*gga daz doing thangs
Yea, can't stop this sh*t, Im tired of all this bull sh*t
n*gga independent over here, now what im sayin
You can't count my sh*t, ya know

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
I smoked Tora before I had an call
Went from a little old n*gga to an world wide rap star
My pockets stay fat
Sometimes I want to say f*ck 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 f*ckers shoot ten
Started off with fifty dollars, now Im up to an thousand
Hit n*gga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta sh*t

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Verse 2: 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 MLK
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 n*gga C Style from nineteen street
Not halfway to dip to my hood just yet
I spot an bad ass b*tch she want to give me some head
So I take ten Tracy's, I got an b*tch to get
I love f*cking b*tches that I just can't hit

[Chorus: Lil' C-Style]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Verse 3: 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
[Verse 4: Lil C Style]
n*gga I got stay strap
Even though im fresh out the county and ain't trying to go back
To f*cking roaches and rats
And nasty ass food, n*gga, I ain't 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 homie 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 n*gga D-A-Z ain't we nothin but some riders
Ain't an damn thang could divide us
This is real ass mother f*cking Eastsidas

[Chorus: Lil' C-Style]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Post-Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Lil' C-Style]
We on some gangsta sh*t n*gga
We on some gangsta sh*t n*gga

[Outro: Big Pimping]
Now you ain't never show the feeling like the blow
That wind place the show and the nine nine that how sh*t 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 f*ck I said
Yea, that some of that gangsta sh*t
That ain't representing with that master sh*t
n*gga just let it be known that about no bull sh*t
Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta sh*t