| Every time you hear me the mood gets eerie
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| Niggas don’t come near me, I get weary
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| Fists of fury, squeeze the fifth til I’m teary
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| Drink a fifth til I’m cheery, Christine couldn’t steer me
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| No, I done made my own lane
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| Everybody’s got baggage, I made my own claim
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| A master like Shredder, give me brain like crane
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| Go down dirty shame, bald head like a Wayans
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| I did it for the fame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang, in my city and they bang all the kitties
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| She told me make it rain so I came on her titties
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| I just laughed, walked away counting twenties and fifties
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| Bumping like hippies, hungry like Missy
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| I got a couple white friends, hit bones and played Frisbee
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| Don’t, sniff coke and drink whiskey
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| Ray-Ban's risky, and coke white Griffeys
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| I’m to blame, I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang, in my city
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| I’m to blame for the rain in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang, in my city
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| Bang, bang, bang, in my city
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| And they bang all the kitties
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| (Back on my dark shit, like mixed girl’s armpits
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| Br’er Rabbit’s tar pit, electric guitar riffs
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| Swisher black lick spliffs, burnt black tar whiffs
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| Burnt black crosses, hurt black conscious
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| Cursed black artists, thirst and starve us
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| 'Til we burst black-hearted and we act retarded
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| And the bombs bombarded, 'til the rich restart it
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| Cause they disregarded that that history’s our shit)
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| She a garbage pale kid like Valerie Vomit
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| She just organized all my comics by all my chronic
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| Buy me rings like Sonic, I get high and pawn it
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| I’m an outlaw, the tat on my neck should be wanted
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| Big flake, be late for all my appointments
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| I see dead people, Nacho P: clairvoyant
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| Took the king out, Nacho P: heir appointed
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| Creeped up in my kingdom, ParaNorman paranoid
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| Pair of stripper twins: Tasha, Sarah Toia
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| That’s not all you got in common, guess what nose you blow up
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| King Cobra, Anaconda, 'strictor Boa
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| Nature boy, I don’t need to wear a feather boa
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| I buy two pairs of kicks, flood the stores like Noah
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| What I owe ya, nothing for ya, matter fact who knows ya
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| Gotta get ya real fast, not a sit tight lawyer
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| I get lit then spit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm to Blame for the Rain , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Stoned and Dethroned, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп