919 chords and lyrics - PETEY PABLO

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Ohhhhh ([F]Nort[Am]h Carolina)
On, [Dm]top[Am]
(y'all better come on)
[F]Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
Petey [Am]Pablo (c'mon!)
[F]Abnormal, [Am]huhhh

[Verse 2]
[Am][Chor[Dm]us][Am]
9- 1- 9 motherfuckerrrrr
(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker
9- 1- 9 motherfucker
I'm [F]representin [Am]NINE, ONE,
NINE motherfucker!

[Verse 3]
Born and [Am]raised, precious year '73
[F]Back [Am]then we knew how shit was gon' be,
MOTHERFUCKER!
What you know about this year,
my neck of the woods
[F]My nigga my [Am]hood,
my God – they good to us Carolina
Love my liquor house, club,
my big girl, [F]my son a thug
[Am]My big, family with fifty- eleven cous[Dm]ins
Ya [Am]heard? Huhhhh,
Southern Magnoil[F]a belle
No Lim[Am]it, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A- T- L
It's a chain here,
we the nation jump on boat[F]s with a load
[Am]Get this Carolina show on
the [Dm]road
Whodie I want [Am]billboards with my
face all across the world
[F]With a outlin[Am]e of my state nigga,
puffin it up
Y'all feelin us,
to the point you sloshin shit out your cup
[F]So the fuc[Am]k WHAT,
they playin a club cut [Dm]'bout us
Slosh out the [Am]rest of us,
AHHHH, feel the [F]rhyme
[Am]Holla[F]
[Am][Dm][Am]
[F][Am][F]
[Am][Dm][Am]
[F]
[Am]motherfuckin 9- 1- 9, uhhhhhh
[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 4]
Look at us [Am]baby,
on our way to fortune and fame
[F]Your main man[Am] done fucked around
and got us a name
A motherfuck[Dm]er don't
really want a [Am]train- train
but it still came and ain't stop the thang,
[F]y'knowmsayin?
Now we [Am]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 [F]door
[Am]Ohhh Lord, how you let them do that folk?
[Dm]Like I'm losin control[Am], runnin motherfuckers off the road,
one- [F]double- [Am]O
95 South 'til I get home, mannnn
The country had to come there,
poppa I love home
[F]And comin [Am]home,
like I love my momma; pop the [Dm]champagne part[Am]ner
Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle
Fuck [F]work [Am]tomorrow,
Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna,
get what'll get you tight
To[F]night is a nig[Am]ga night,
aight? Nigga get right
[Dm]Now with all y[Am]our might,
holla like your best friend [F]died
And his [Am]help [F]number [Am]is
9- 1- 9, one time
[Chorus] [Dm]"The[Am]

[Verse 5]
[F]number you reques[Am]ted,
[Dm]area[Am] code 9- 1- 9, will be automatically dialed..."
[F]Wha[Dm]t,[Am]

[Verse 6]
what!
[Dm]The whole feel[Am]in of this 9- 1- 9 give
you the [F]type [Am]of
9- 1- 9 kind of get high
Nigga this the code of the world
(people)
You ain't gotta [F]be from [Am]the 9, just holla loud,
spit the shit out
[Dm]Man they lovin t[Am]he South,
loved it before but even more now
[F]Lat[Am]er who wants a response
from the crowd
Look how my niggaz holdin it down
Screamin like [F]they shit here out
[Am](it is how!)
Motherfucker feel [Dm]the power!
[Am]Represent yo' stompin ground
[F]Show 'em how it [Am]is at the house,
y'all sold the fuck out
All together now, please,
I need you so [F]wow
Just [Am]the law niggaz turned it down,
comin [Dm]too loud
[Am][Chorus: x2]

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