번역: 아홉. 넘어 가죠.
hold me down, oh no I got to keep on movin' Can't nobody take my pride Uh-uh, uh-uh Can't nobody hold me down, oh no I got to keep on movin' Can't nobody
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit
-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time Is it still me baby? The one on your mind Can
blow for my niggaz Runnin' round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas Shorty bop, the Wolop in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin
girl inside out what's that all about(oooh yeah) Can I have some of that you got to put me on word around town is your nine men strong I wanna be put on
could have sworn I moved When it comes to relationships, I don't have a clue Love at first sight, I dunno, I zoom You put a hit out on me; bada bing
they gots to come correct Because they know I catch wreck A well known wild street vet Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine mills
police Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro 459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside
We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
, I cut my boosters loose I was intreagued with the pimp game Took on the ice-name but the pimp game moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need
earlier As the late of destiny carved her creation To the unsuspecting few Holding in and hiding the pregnancy She continued the dance, she moved A year
with the lama Come on, party people my style is terrific, My write is prolific, but let's be specific ... specialize in music, I specialize selling guns ... nine
hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks You stuntin' on hungry n-ggas, go ahead get your ass shot Your neck got your chain on it Bullet got your name on