[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 motherfuckerrrrr(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker9-1-9 motherfuckerI'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker![Petey Pablo]Born and raised, precious year '73Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER!What you know about this year, my neck of the woodsMy nigga my hood, my God – they good to us CarolinaLove my liquor house, club, my big girl, my son a thugMy big, family with fifty-eleven cousinsYa heard? Huhhhh, Southern Magnoila belleNo Limit, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A-T-LIt's a chain here, we the nation jump on boats with a loadGet this Carolina show on the roadWhodie I want billboards with my face all across the worldWith a outline of my state nigga, puffin it upY'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin shit out your cupSo the fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout usSlosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhymeHolla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh[Chorus - repeat 2X][Petey Pablo]Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fameYour main man done fucked around and got us a nameA motherfucker don't really want a train-trainbut 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 downOh it's on now! I put my whole STATE through the doorOhhh Lord, how you let them do that folk?Like I'm losin control, runnin motherfuckers off the road, one-double-O95 South 'til I get home, mannnnThe country had to come there, poppa I love homeAnd comin home, like I love my momma; pop the champagne partnerFuck it, drink it straight out the bottleFuck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a partyGet drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tightTonight is a nigga night, aight? Nigga get rightNow with all your might, holla like your best friend diedAnd 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 of9-1-9 kind of get highNigga this the code of the world (people)You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the shit outMan they lovin the South, loved it before but even more nowLater who wants a response from the crowdLook how my niggaz holdin it downScreamin like they shit here out (it is how!)Motherfucker feel the power!Represent yo' stompin groundShow 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck outAll together now, please, I need you so wowJust the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud[Chorus - repeat 2X]
