Go Lyrics - Petey Pablo

[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 motherfucker 

9-1-9 motherfucker 

I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker! 

[Petey Pablo] 

Born and raised, precious year '73 

Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER! 

What you know about this year, my neck of the woods 

My nigga 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 sloshin shit out your cup 

So the fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us 

Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme 

Holla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh 

[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

[Petey Pablo] 

Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame 

Your main man done fucked around and got us a name 

A motherfucker 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 motherfuckers 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 

Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle 

Fuck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party 

Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight 

Tonight is a nigga night, aight? Nigga 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 

Nigga 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 shit here out (it is how!) 

Motherfucker feel the power! 

Represent yo' stompin ground 

Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck out 

All together now, please, I need you so wow 

Just the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud 

[Chorus - repeat 2X]