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