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letra de one nine - daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga

[lil’ c-style]
ohhwwee, it’s goin down
long beach connected, me and my n-gga daz doin thangs
yeah, can’t stop this sh-t – tired of all this bullsh-t
n-gga independent over here, yaknowmsayin?
n-gga countin my sh-t, yaknow? …

[daz dillinger]
i slung tar before i had a car…
went from a lil’ old n-gga, to a worldwide rap star
my pockets stay fat (fat)
sometimes i wanna say “f-ck rap” and get a sack
(why’s that?) cuz that’s where my heart is at (uh-huh)
that’s what started that (uh-huh)
somebody tell me where the (?) at
so i can get bombed in, ridin on the one ten
to the ninety-one to the seven ten
i back in the beach again
just ridin high, jumped out with a grin (grin)
motherf-cker shoot ten, started off with fifty dollars
now i’m up to a thousand
hittin l!ck after l!ck, see how it gets
now i’m on some old gangsta sh-t

[hook: daz]
one nine… nine… (right on)
nine… (right on) nine…
one nine… (right on)
nine… (right on)
nine… nine…

we on some old gangsta sh-t n-gga…

[lil’ c-style]
yeah, 5 to 9 for 50
back, back, b-tch you want 9 for a g?
b-tch you want 20 for a thousand?
i – i’m touchin more money than i could ever feel
i stop on the seven where the homeboys chill
i spot my big homie c-bo and i’m glad he back
flossin still on the corner with the orange sack
as i continue my mission down m.l.k
i bust a right and see my homie hangin out on 19th
big will, one-eyed gangsta from o-n-g-c
and i’m that lil’ n-gga c-style from 19th street
not even half way done dipped through my hood just yet
i spot a bad–ss b-tch; she wanna give me some head
so in ten traces i got a fish to get
n-gga i love f-ckin b-tches that i just met

[hook: c-style]
it’s one nine… nine…
nine… nine…
one nine… nine…
nine… nine…
one nine…

[daz talking]
yeah haha, one nine-nine-nine
d-a-z, lil’ style, comin through like that
(comin through in the ‘lac) yeah

so now ya know eastside is where we hang
at the one nine liqour sto’, doin our thang
the domain, curbed surfin, dubs and dimes
take the penitentiary check, some rappin at the same time
my homie once for me, way way back
ya betta, read the walls to know where ya at
and get yo’ little -ss jacked, that’s why i stay strapped
and when i’m on the eastside, i keep it on my lap
yo style…

[lil’ c-style]
well i gotta stay strapped even though i’m fresh out the county
and ain’t tryna go back – to f-ckin roaches and rats
and nasty–ss food, n-gga ain’t tryna eat that
i’m tryna see a brand-new house and a cadillac
where my stiz-home’s number one on the miz-ap
with my homie daz and you know we on fiz-a
i was carryin a deuce-five through fo-five striz-at (boo-yaa!)
so ease up and recognize us
me and my n-gga d-a-z; we ain’t nuttin but some riders!
and can’t a d-mn thing divide us
this some real–ss motherf-ckin eastsiders

[hook: c-style]
it’s one nine… nine…
nine… nine…
one nine… nine…
nine… nine…
we on some old gangsta sh-t n-gga… yeah
we on some old gangsta sh-t n-gga… yeaaah! ha!

[talking]
now you ain’t never felt a feeling like a blow
that’s when place or show
in the nine nine that’s how sh-t go, fa sho’
smoke is what makes the train go
blowin circles around the head
harmony is with the bullets on the bed
yeah you heard what the f-ck i said
yeah that’s some of that gangsta sh-t
that ain’t misrepresented with that master sh-t
n-gga just let it be known, that it ain’t about no bullsh-t
cuz it’s on – now that’s some of that gangsta sh-t

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga

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