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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 motherfuckerrrrr (WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker 9-1-9 motherfucker I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker! Born and raised, precious year '73 Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER! 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 fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme Holla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh [Chorus: x2] Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame Your main man done fucked around and got us a name A motherfucker 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 motherfuckers 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 Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle Fuck 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] "The number you requested, area code 9-1-9, will be automatically dialed..." 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!) Motherfucker feel the power! Represent yo' stompin ground Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck out All together now, please, I need you so wow Just the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud [Chorus: x2]