Текст песни
Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my liquor, blame it on the streets. Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life. Young nigga go hard, hustle all night. Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right. Fuck right, go left, catch damn strike. Felonies, can't go to police. Probation, catchin' cases, prayin' on my Lord, Why they got me out this way? Lord, I gotta buy another AK. Fresh out, I need money in the worst way. Get a job? Hell nah, call my homie Ike. Told me, "Pull up, I'ma get you right." Diamond chain, gold ring, now I'm sittin' right. Black Benz, bad bitch, real boss tight. Took a chance, now I'm ballin' off the street Life. Just Emmy, my nigga. Don't blame me, blame the ghetto, that's where I'm Livin', my nigga. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my liquor, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my homies, blame it on the streets. Don't blame nobody. Ayy, I'm a Westside Tree Top Gang member. Don't blame it on my mama, don't blame it On me. Know them fades I done took, people's Faces I done took. And if I get caught With this shit, I'm gettin' booked. Oh, oh no, I don't wanna go to jail. But if I got to, I swear to God I won't tell. Hit the bounty, nigga, you ain't Gotta take no fade from me. Phone call, fast dough, nigga, I can spare for Weeks. My pops mad at me, my mama all Worried. So she bail me out, typical black male Story. Her friends wasn't supportin' 'cause they Know I'm in the streets. I told her, "Don't Blame it on my mama, blame it on me." I got pyro extras, where I'm from, That's regular. I don't do enemies and I don't Talk on a cell. And mama ask why I Sag and talk with so many Bs. No questions, mama, blame it on streets. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. No questions, Don't blame liquor, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my homies, blame it on the streets. Don't blame nobody. It's happenin'. Westside J305 and I'm demandin' respect. You got a problem with that, I don't know What to say. Blame it on the streets. Niggas like me only come once in a lifetime, Nigga. So while you in the motherfuckin' presence of A gangsta nigga, you better motherfuckin' bow down And walk off. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my liquor, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my mama, Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my homies, blame it on the streets.
YG, Jay 305 — Blame It On The Streets
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