know what I want (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides. (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines. (So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse. And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E I'ma let you know
(T. Capote & H. Arlen). . When a bee lies sleepin'. In the palm o' your hand. You're bewitch'd and deep in love's. Long look'd after land. Where you'll see a sun-up sky. With the mornin' new