919 Lyrics

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

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