[Intro]
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Ohhhhh (North Carolina)
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On, top (y'all better come on)
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Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
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Petey Pablo (c'mon!)
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Abnormal, huhhh
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[Chorus]
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9-1-9 motherfuckerrrrr
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(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker
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9-1-9 motherfucker
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I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker!
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[Petey Pablo]
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Born and raised, precious year '73
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Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER!
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What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
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My nigga my hood, my God ? they good to us Carolina
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Love my liquor house, club, my big girl, my son a thug
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My big, family with fifty-eleven cousins
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Ya heard? Huhhhh, Southern Magnoila belle
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No Limit, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A-T-L
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It's a chain here, we the nation jump on boats with a load
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Get this Carolina show on the road
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Whodie I want billboards with my face all across the world
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With a outline of my state nigga, puffin it up
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Y'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin shit out your cup
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So the fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
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Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme
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Holla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Petey Pablo]
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Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame
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Your main man done fucked around and got us a name
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A motherfucker don't really want a train-train
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but it still came and ain't stop the thang, y'knowmsayin?
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Now we in the game, don't know it now, oh you bound to bust down
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Oh it's on now! I put my whole STATE through the door
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Ohhh Lord, how you let them do that folk?
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Like I'm losin control, runnin motherfuckers off the road, one-double-O
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95 South 'til I get home, mannnn
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The country had to come there, poppa I love home
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And comin home, like I love my momma; pop the champagne partner
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Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle
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Fuck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party
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Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight
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Tonight is a nigga night, aight? Nigga get right
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Now with all your might, holla like your best friend died
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And his help number is 9-1-9, one time
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[Chorus - echoes at the end]
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"The number you requested, area code 9-1-9, will be automatically dialed..."
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[Petey Pablo]
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What, what!
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The whole feelin of this 9-1-9 give you the type of
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9-1-9 kind of get high
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Nigga this the code of the world (people)
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You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the shit out
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Man they lovin the South, loved it before but even more now
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Later who wants a response from the crowd
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Look how my niggaz holdin it down
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Screamin like they shit here out (it is how!)
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Motherfucker feel the power!
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Represent yo' stompin ground
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Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck out
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All together now, please, I need you so wow
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Just the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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919
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Petey Pablo |