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No One to Blame
SPM; Jd Coy
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Oh yeah, this is very, very, very interesting
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Feel this
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There's no one to blame
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Sleeping on an old couch, working at the dope house
Mean the real dope house where the people coked out
Eyes looking poked out like they saw a fucking ghost
Switched to the pipe 'cause they tired of the bloody nose
Troubled souls come to Los like a herd of buffaloes
Last week a couple hoes tried to sell they mother's clothes
Damn, this is quite a drug, I could probably buy a club
Maybe even rims that are so big the tires rub
See I come from the land of think twice and you're gone
I seen a young man die with the dice in his palm
It's a gambler's life, you betting pieces of freedom
Or the paramedic yelling, "Kevin, he isn't breathing"
Now the dream is defeated and you surrounded by demons
But is hell like in prison with more browns than in Cleveland?
Or maybe I shouldn't ask, I'm holding this cooking glass
And plus I know I'm fucked if they bring up my crooked past
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
Quarter chicken roaster, bragging not a boaster
You would brag too if you had a roller coaster
Plus a gold toaster, son of the lowster
How you don't know me? I'm the thug on your poster
JD the chosen, competition posing
Rain, sleet, or snow, dope house isn't closing
Front teeth frozen, diamonds on my toothbrush
Living in the land where they dying for a few bucks
Or 'cause a motherfucker's mouth needed brake fluid
Wanna see hell? Bitch, I'll show you straight to it
Hanging out a gray Buick, killer and a crack chemist
Call me menace 'cause I represent on every sentence
Purple lettuce medicine, yeah I got a weed fetish
Right-handed pimp so I leave your left cheek reddish
Hanging with the pedigrees, full-blooded gitty boys
White cake hard and dry, something wrong if it's moist
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
I have been a dope man since about the late 80s
Working eight ladies, sucky fucky but don't make babies
Not Stone Cold but they call me rock hustler
Card is a Glock so I'm not a clock puncher
I do sweep streets and I'm cooking little patties
Please drive to the window, I put 'em in a baggie
Rockstar saying we have marvelous service
And when I lock keys in the car it's on purpose
My art is a service, why listen to mimics?
Niggas talking 'bout the game and never lived the specifics
See the bricks is in Civics, it's not in sixes with bitches
This is friends killing friends, the most wickedest business
At the kilo Olympics I was the all-time medalist
Only took nine shots and I dropped five elephants
You known for the music but I'm a legend on blocks
Plus the microphone king while y'all pretending I'm not
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
No one to blame
This is our hood
We did our thing
The best we could
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