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On a psychedelic space machine, galactic sugar high
Like a caffeinated satellite gone way past ninety nine
Come on, be my
21st century girl,
Number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine...
Come along, come along, there's a full moon shining bright
Come along, come along, we're gonna hit St. Louis tonight
Spend your money looking
Nine
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
Revolution 9-0-9
(Straight up, rewind that)
(Bring it back, bring it back)
It's time for the revolution 9-0-9
Nine, nine, nine, nine
Nine, nine, nine, nine
Nine, nine
There was a place in East St. Louis, it was in
Nineteen fifty nine, when they played they filled
The streets with music, that lonely blue note music
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine...
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine...
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
bud for them St.Claire thugs
East ninety nine is where ya find me
Slangin' them motherfuckin' drugs
Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
St. Louis woman, she's never pleased
She says there's one good man who'll soon be deceived
If she can't hear from him each night at least
Six
Yaeeyaae
Verse 1:
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
we the macks V.I.P's in the back
with a stack of numbers
my niggas like 'em dumber
we
Oh
Girl you better (oh)
St-stop playin' (oh)
Bitch what'cha waitin' for
Get your ass on the floor
You know the night was good
When you
St.Claire thugs
East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me
Slangin' them motherfuckin' drugs.
Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre,
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, so what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt
So, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe
Side.
I do or die for mine, livin' life like I'm blind.
Solo on a flame line, dumpin' hollow tip 9's.
Survival first, ask questions later.
December 31st (woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (woo)
December 31st (Woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (Woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (Woo)
Balloons to burst, it's December 31st (Woo)
(Oh)
of No. 9 coal
And the store boss said well bless my soul.
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper and debt
St Peter don't
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
Harmony
Nigga this St. Claire...
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin them bodies undaground
It'll be all about that llelo bank roll
Betta
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