Lyrics:
9 2 Ya Dome
Whatcha Gon Do
9 2 Ya Dome
Whatcha Gon Do
9 2 Ya Dome
Whatcha Gon Do
9 2 Ya Dome
Whatcha Gon Do
9 2 Ya Dome
Whatcha Gon Do
9 2 Ya Dome
(thriller)
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今 emergency (vroom)
One-one-nine, one-one-nine (one-one-nine)
Save my life, save my life (save my life)
She sets me free
今 emergency
so wie Reporter
Styles auf den Beat kick von
Long Island bis Queensbridge komme rein
Wenn du Songs schreibst und erschieß dich
Habe die Chance, dass du
they shouldn't let you get past the gate
Watch out dog, the watchdog's showing his teeth
(Guess you bit too much shit) they biting your beat
While I
perfect
Give us any beat, we gon' murk it
I got family from New Jersey, homies from New York(Yerr)
Made a flip for nine hundred, my plug Tony Hawk
I wake up get to the bag
30 in the blick I can't afford to lack
Time zone change daily this a different bag
Cut her off and she still keep runnin
when I was tryna be right
On a island by the end of the night
I can’t lie this the love of my life
Fuck you I don’t need your advice
Got hella problems
I
gets flinged by me and edy
They run away like Tom and Jerry
Got my Rambo or this 9o baby
We ain't that scary
Do up his head or do up his belly
See mans
entendiste?
Sound by the Under, original tu ya lo viste
Rythm on my mind all the time anywhere
Excelence the goal and stand out overthere
Men, in here´s not
shot up yu nine ca we a represent, YU KNO
[Chorus 1]
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
two gal inna di club and dem a hug up and a wine
Jamaicans lif up
shot up yu nine ca we a represent, YU KNO
[Chorus 1]
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
two gal inna di club and dem a hug up and a wine
Jamaicans lif up
Kit9ada la3b
Kanjiw l'Real
Kitsala la3b
Ndama b'Lil
By night
Bad mood dive
F sayf
F biti dayf
Dmagh kidor fih chhal mn blan
Ghadi wast road b'lil
It's 7:30 on the dot, finna come to ya spot
Get you wet got u hot
No flex girl you so hot, ya water boil you steaming pot
When I get there girl it's
clutch see
triplenine he was born with clutch genes
triplenine got his .9 so don't touch jeans
by the way here's a sidenote i be moonwalking feel like
know I can't be slippin in the '94
So put up a glock, 'cause we be buckin with them 4.4's
45. Auto Mag. .30 round clip. Fully Mag
P-30, mini-14.
rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months
Man if this was baseball, I ain't let 'em slide once (once)
Do you see now, you playin' D now? (now)
Oh,
bitch wet from the walk up
She see money bags
I pull up I don't talk much
Baby gimmie that
9:30 Flat and I'm sacked
Pockets extra fat
4 Nines in the sack
Call 9-1-1
Call 9-1-1
She was irate cause she got off work late for the second time this week
Racing home in a white Ford Escape
Had a nice
to get on cloud nine
I’m makaveli on the streets like the sinner pray
I got the money got the fame )
bruh I can’t complain
7:30 on my clock start my
a top model
We can let the freaky weekend begin wit a hot throttle
Might as well let ur inhibitions out
Grab ya friend by the titty take a shot and shout
I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with
carry a fuckin' nine
Welcome to the streets of the fuckin' elite
Where we care that heat and bump the beat
Do you want a ride this is how I ride carry
of blow, the chorus is followed by the dot
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncing
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
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