900 Blame A Nigga (Explicit)-Luniz

900 Blame A Nigga (Explicit)

歌手:Luniz

时间:1995-01-01

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900 Blame A Nigga (Explicit) - Luniz

Written by:Luniz

Always gotta blame a god d**n n**ga

900 blame a n**ga

Always gotta blame a god d**n n**ga

900 blame a n**ga

Always gotta blame a god d**n n**ga

900 blame a n**ga

Always gotta blame a god d**n n**ga

900 blame a n**ga

How can I get blame for sh*t

That a n**ga really didn't even do

One n**ga did the dirt but the blames on the whole crew

I feel like o j and Rodney

A little mayo but still don't be having

No happy days like potsy

N**gas get blamed for every thang

From robbing you house to ho strolls

And the Tropicana c*****e

And if the sun turned black

Yup a n**ga did it Jim or

Get a n****r over so I blame it on him

N**gas getting like the oldies

Played the f**k out we only known for stealing cars and drinking 40s

Or showing your whole a** crack on cops

They quick to do a n**ga on the routine stop

Chopped rocks in a n**ga possession a whole zip

Blame me cause I'm one of for grips

Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers

Bit that ain't sh*t cause they still gong blame a n**ga

Chorus plays over redneck talking

Boy I tell ya Jim one of those black niggers took

The battery outta my car last night

I did see it but I know those were niggers

Numskull

Driving down the block and what did I see

A police man tryna gaffe me

Threw down my rocks so I wouldn't get caught

A high speed chase for forty eight blocks

I heard some sh*t was going down though

It might be scandal locus on the down low

Plus I get around ho like shock and Mon

Walking to the lot forgot I got the gun

In the bushes more mayo then the rest of the pushers

Tonight a n**ga might be read in my Nike's like bush wick

Chronic smoke like chimney to lit a Bobbie

They knew me let me in free cause I bee that luni

Higher then the police sky waves off the blue

I partied two or three hours now I'm sideways in the sukra

To the hoops ta's survival is the be under

But I was in it now five ohs on my bumper

Ready to dump the forty ou tie and w**d baggies

They had me searching through my car for what we have we here

A queer tryna frame a n**ga but shame on a n**ga

That try to put the blame on a n**ga

Uh hello this is 900 blame a n****r

Uh my daughter's raped and coming back from

A ku klux clan meeting and I know a n****r did it

Last night was the night before

Twenty four robber's came knocking at my door

I ran out they ran in tryna blast for my cash

Wit ski masks on they're chin

Take a puff from my hamp then bounce

I'm on a mission for scrilla vanilla slugs by my zipper

Play a haters tripping off ho's it seems that they plot

Snitch to the cops and swear that I chopped o's of cream

Who stole the cookie out the cookie jar

That's what they mumble

Now knowing about the power of numskull

Now I done had it wit all that static

I'm thinking I should load my automatic

And let all these faggots have it

One love it's cocked backed and then I bust slugs

Roast in a motherf**ker so busta always suffer

Blood in the ghetto other n**gas try to run up

Wit they gun and get done from sun down to sun up punk

Dead bodies in the trunk they kept on telling me

Oh I was selling p d I was selling d I caught a felony

As soon as I got it had to pop out a n**ga brains

I was the wrong n**ga to frame

Boy I wish I could get a job

But them d**n niggers take all the jobs nowadays

They got affirmative action stuff

I tell you that guy up in puff he agreed to that stuff bad

Them them n**gas are gonna know where it's hey

Was sup man you all on my tape and sh*t

Talking that weak sh*t get the f**k up outta hear

Redneck

Who are you who are you

You nigger's are tryna k**l me

Get yo punk a** up outta here pecker wood motherf**ker

Jive a** turkey that's right

I stole yo motherf**king car

But aye it's yo fault

Yo a** brought us from Africa b**ch

Aye get yo a** up outta here you pecker wood motherf**ker

Blast that fool man blast that fool get him get him

He tryna run blast that fool yeah

Talking all that sh*t

Point in the finger and sh*t I'm tired of

Point in the fingers at motherf**kers maybe

Y all done got o j

Tyson my potash teacup gov

Man f**k blaming me

I didn't do it why f**k that you did it

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