Daz Dillinger One Nine 99 Lyrics

One Nine 99 Lyrics

f/ Lil' C-Style







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[Lil' C-Style]



Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang



Me an my nigga daz doing thangs



Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit



Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin



You cant count my shit, ya know







[Daz Dillinger]



I smoked Tora before I had an call



Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star



My pockets stay fat



sometimes I want to say fuck 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 fuckers shoot ten 



Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand



Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit







[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]



One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine 







[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 m.l.k



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 nigga C Style from nineteen street



Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet



I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head



So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get



I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit







[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]



One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine







[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







[Lil C Style]



Nigga I got stay strap



Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back



To fucking roaches and rats



And nasty ass food, I aint 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 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 nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders



Aint an damn thang could divide us 



This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas







[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]



One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine







[Daz and Lil C Style]



We on some gangsta shit nigga



We on some gangsta shit nigga







[Big Pimping]



Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow



That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit 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 fuck I said 



Yea, that some of that gangsta shit 



That aint representing with that master shit



Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit



Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit