| Don’t blame my mama
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my liquor
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life
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| Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night
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| Mama prayin', tellin' God I don’t live right
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| Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike
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| Felonies can’t go to police
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| Probation catchin' cases, prayin' on my (static)
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| Lord, why they got me out this way?
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| Lord, I gotta buy another AK
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| Fresh out, I need money in the worst way
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| Get a job, Hell nah, call my homie Ike
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| Told me, «Pull up, I’ma get you right»
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| Diamond chain, gold ring, now I’m sittin' right
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| Like biz, bad bitch, real boss tie
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| Took a chance, now I’m ballin' off the street life
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| It’s just in me, my nigga
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| Don’t blame me, blame the ghetto, that’s where I’m livin', my nigga
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| Don’t blame my mama
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my liquor
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my mama
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my homies
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Aye I’m a West Side, Tree Top gang member
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| Don’t blame it on my mama, don’t blame it on me
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| Yo those fades I done took, peoples' safes I done took
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| And if I caught up with this shit, I’m gettin' booked
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| Oh, oh no, I don’t wanna go to jail
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| But if I got to I swear to God I won’t tell
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| Hit the bounty nigga, you ain’t gotta take no fade for me
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| Phone call,, nigga I can spread for weeks
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| My pops mad at me, my mama all worried
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| So she bail me out, typical black male story
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| Her friends wasn’t supportin' cause they know I’m in the streets
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| I told her, «Don't blame it on my mama, blame it on me»
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| I got Piru, where I’m from, that’s regular
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| I don’t do enemies and I don’t talk on a cell
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| And mama asked why I sag and talk with so many Bs
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| No questions, mama, blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my mama
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my liquor
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my mama
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| Blame it on the streets
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| Don’t blame my homies
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| Blame it on the streets
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| What’s happenin'? |
| West Side, Jay 305, I’m demanding respect. |
| You got a problem
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| with that, I 'on't know what to say. |
| Blame it on the streets. |
| Niggas like me
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| only come once in a lifetime, nigga. |
| So while you in the mothafuckin' presence
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| of a gangsta, nigga, you better bow down and walk off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blame It On The Streets , by - YG. Song from the album Blame It On The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп