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"Always gotta blame a god damn nigga |
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900 blame a nigga" |
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[Verse 1: Numskull] |
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How can I get blame for shit |
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That a nigga really didn't even do |
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One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew |
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I feel like O.J., and Rodney |
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A little mayo, but still don't be havin |
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No happy days like Potsy |
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Nigga's get blamed for every thang |
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From robbin you house, to ho stroll's |
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And the tropicana cocaine |
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And if the sun turned black |
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("Yup a nigga did it Jim") OR |
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("get a nigger over so I blame it on him") |
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Nigga's getttin (??) like the oldies |
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Played the fuck out, we only known for stealin cars and drinkin 40's |
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Or showin your whole ass crack on cops |
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They quick to do a nigga on the routine stop |
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Chopped rock's, in a nigga possesion, a whole zip |
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Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips |
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Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers |
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Bit that ain't shit, cause they still gon blame a nigga |
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[Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] |
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Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black niggers took |
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The battery outta my car last night |
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I did see it, but I know those were niggers |
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[Numskull] |
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Drivin down the block, and what did I see |
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A police man tryna gaffle me |
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Threw down my rocks, so I wouldn't get caught |
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A high-speed CHASE for fourty-eight blocks |
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[Verse 2: Yukmouth] |
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I heard some shit was goin down though |
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It might be scanda-lous, on the down low |
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Plus I get around ho, like Shock and Mon' |
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Walkin to the lot, forgot I got the gun |
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In the bushes, more mayo then the rest of the pushers |
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Tonight a nigga might be readin my Nike's like Bushwick |
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Chronic smoke like chimney, to lit a doobie |
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They knew me, let me in free cause I bee that Luni |
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Higher then the police sky waves off the blue |
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I partied two or three hours now I'm sideways in the sukra |
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To the hoopsta's, survival is the be-under |
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But I was in it, now five-oh's on my bumper |
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Ready to dump the forty outie, and weed baggies |
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They had me searchin through my car, for what we have we here |
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A queer tryna frame a nigga, but shame on a nigga |
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That try to put the blame on a nigga |
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[Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] |
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Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a nigger? |
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Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from |
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A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know a nigger did it |
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[Yukmouth] |
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Last night was the night before |
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Twenty-four robber's came knocking at my door |
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I ran out, they ran in, tryna blast for my cash |
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Wit ski-masks on they're chin |
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[Verse 3: Luniz] |
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Take a puff from my hamp then bounce |
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I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper |
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Playa haters trippin off ho's it seems that they plot |
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Snitch to the cops, and swear that I chopped O's of cream |
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WHO STOLE THE COOKIE OUT THE COOKIE JAR! |
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That's what they mumble |
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Now knowin about THE POWER OF NUMSKULL! |
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Now I done had it wit all that static |
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I'm thinkin I should load my automatic |
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And let all these faggots have it |
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[Yukmouth] |
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One love, it's cocked backed, and then I bust slugs |
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Roastin a motherfucker, so busta always suffer |
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Blood in the ghetto, other niggas try to run up |
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Wit they gun, and get done from sun down to sun up, punk |
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Dead bodies in the trunk, they kept on tellin me |
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Oh I was sellin P.D. I was sellin D, I caught a felony |
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As soon as I got it, had to pop out a nigga brains |
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I was the wrong nigga to frame |
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[REDNECK talking while Chorus plays] |
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Boy I wish I could get a job |
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But them damn niggers take all the jobs nowadays |
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They got affirmative action stuff |
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I tell you that guy up in puff, he agreed to that stuff bad |
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Them, them niggas are gonna know where it's, hey... |
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[Yukmouth talking] |
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Wassup man, you all on my tape and shit |
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Talkin that weak shit, get the fuck up outta hear |
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[REDNECK] |
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Who are you, who are you! |
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You nigger's are tryna kill me! |
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[Yukmouth] |
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Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood motherfucker |
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Jive ass turkey, that's right |
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I stole yo motherfuckin car |
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But aye, it's yo fault |
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Yo ass brought us from Africa, bitch |
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Aye get yo ass up outta here, you peckerwood motherfucker [gunshots] |
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Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him |
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He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin all that shit |
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Pointin the finger and shit, I'm tired of y'all |
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Pointin the fingers at motherfuckers mayne |
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Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah Tupac, Gov |
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Man fuck blamin me, I didn't do it, WHY, fuck that you did it |
