One-nine-99 Lyrics - Daz Dillinger

[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 

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[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 

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[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