[Lil' C-Style]
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Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang
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Me an my nigga daz doing thangs
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Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit
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Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin
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You cant count my shit, ya know
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[Daz Dillinger]
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I smoked Tora before I had an call
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Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star
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My pockets stay fat
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sometimes I want to say fuck rap and get an sack (Why's That)
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That where's my heart is at, that why I started that
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Somebody tell me party at
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So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710
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Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin
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Mother fuckers shoot ten
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Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand
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Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit
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[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]
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One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
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[Lil' C-Style]
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I touch more woman than I can ever feel
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I stop at the set where the homeboys chill
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I spot big homie C-bo with the gat and bat
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Cross the street and the corner with the orange sack
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As I continue my mission down m.l.k
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I bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen
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Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c
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Im that little nigga C Style from nineteen street
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Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet
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I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head
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So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get
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I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit
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[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]
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One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
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[Daz Dillinger]
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Yea, ha ha one nine nine nine
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Daz an Lil Style coming through you like that
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Now you know Eastside is where we hang
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Got the one nine loc and doing the thang
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Don't make curb serving, dub or die
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Taking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time
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My homie once want way back
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You better read the walls and know where you at
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Or get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strap
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When im on the Eastside I keep it on my lap
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Lil Style
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[Lil C Style]
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Nigga I got stay strap
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Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back
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To fucking roaches and rats
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And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat that
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Im trying to see brand new house and an cadillac
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Where my six hoes, number one on the bizzat
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Where my Daz and you know we on fizzat
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I was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzat
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So eaze up and recognize us
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Me an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders
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Aint an damn thang could divide us
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This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas
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[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]
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One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine
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[Daz and Lil C Style]
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We on some gangsta shit nigga
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We on some gangsta shit nigga
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[Big Pimping]
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Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow
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That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit go
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Fa sho, smoking is what makes train go
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Blowing circles around over here
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How many is with the bullets on the bed
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Yea, you heard what the fuck I said
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Yea, that some of that gangsta shit
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That aint representing with that master shit
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Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit
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Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit
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One-Nine-99
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Daz Dillinger |