[Lil' Ooo Weee, it's going down Long connect gang Me an my daz doing thangs Yea, stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit independent over here, now what im sayin You cant my shit, ya know
Dillinger] I smoked before I had an call Went from a old nigga to an world wide rap star My pockets 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 tell me at So I can get bombed in on the 110, to the 91 to 710 Im back in the again, just riding high jumped out with an grin Mother shoot ten Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an Hit nigga lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit
[Daz Dillinger 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine,
[Lil' I more woman than I can ever feel I at the set where the homeboys chill I big homie 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 and see my homie hanging out on nineteen Baby boy where that gangsta who and g.c Im that nigga C Style from nineteen street Not way to dip to my hood just yet I spot an bad ass bitch she to give me some head So I ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get I love fucking that I just cant hit
[Lil Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine,
Dillinger] Yea, ha ha one nine nine Daz an Lil coming through you like that Now you know Eastside is where we Got the one nine loc and doing the Don't make serving, dub or die penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time My homie once want way You better read the walls and where you at Or get your little ass jack, why I stay strap When im on the I keep it on my lap Lil
[Lil C I got stay strap Even im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back To fucking and rats And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat Im trying to see brand new house and an Where my six hoes, number one on the my Daz and you know we on fizzat I was carrying to and five to an four-five strizzat So eaze up and us Me an my nigga D-A-Z we nothin but some riders Aint an damn thang divide us This is real ass mother fucking
C-Style Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine,
[Daz and Lil C We on gangsta shit nigga We on some gangsta shit
Pimping] Now you aint never show the like the blow That wind place the show and the nine nine that how go Fa sho, smoking is what makes go Blowing circles around over How many is the bullets on the bed Yea, you what the fuck I said Yea, some of that gangsta shit That aint representing with that shit Nigga let it be known that about no bull shit Cause this song, now that is of that gangsta shit