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PETEY PABLO lyrics : "919"

[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 mother$#&@errrrr

(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 mother$#&@er
9-1-9 mother$#&@er
I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE mother$#&@er!


[Petey Pablo]
Born and raised, precious year '73

Back then we knew how %#@! was gon' be, MOTHER!#@*ER!
What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
My ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%, puffin it up
Y'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin %#@! out your cup

So the $#&@ WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme
Holla mother$#&@in 9-1-9, uhhhhhh


[Chorus - repeat 2X]


[Petey Pablo]
Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame
Your main man done $#&@ed around and got us a name

A mother$#&@er 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 mother$#&@ers 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

$#&@ it, drink it straight out the bottle
$#&@ work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight

Tonight is a ^!$$% night, aight? ^!$$% 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

^!$$% this the code of the world (people)
You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the %#@! out
Man they lovin the South, loved it before but even more now

Later who wants a response from the crowd
Look how my ^!$$%z holdin it down
Screamin like they %#@! here out (it is how!)

Mother$#&@er feel the power!
Represent yo' stompin ground
Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the $#&@ out

All together now, please, I need you so wow
Just the law ^!$$%z turned it down, comin too loud


[Chorus - repeat 2X]

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