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