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 mother****errrr (WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 mother**** 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 shit was gon' be,
MOTHER****ER
ER! What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
My mother****er 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 slow mother****in that shit out your cup
So the mother****er
WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
Slosh out the rest of us,
AHHHH, feel the rhyme
Holla mother****er 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
Mother****er work tomorrow,
Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight
Tonight is a mother****er night, aight?
Mother****er 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
Mother****er 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 ain't shit here out (it is how!)
Mother****ers 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]
On, top (y'all better come on)
Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
Petey Pablo (c'mon!)
Abnormal, huhhh [Chorus] 9-1-9 mother****errrr (WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 mother**** 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 shit was gon' be,
MOTHER****ER
ER! What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
My mother****er 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 slow mother****in that shit out your cup
So the mother****er
WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
Slosh out the rest of us,
AHHHH, feel the rhyme
Holla mother****er 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
Mother****er work tomorrow,
Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight
Tonight is a mother****er night, aight?
Mother****er 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
Mother****er 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 ain't shit here out (it is how!)
Mother****ers 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]