Nacho Pica**o - I'm To Blame For The Rain lyrics

[Verse 1] Every time you hear me the mood gets eerie n***as don't come near me, I get weary [?] Fists of fury, squeeze the fifth til I'm teary Drink a fifth til I'm cheery, Christine couldn't steer me No, I done made my own lane Everybody's got baggage, I made my own claim A master like Shredder, give me brain like crane Go down dirty shame, bald head like a Wayans I did it for the fame, I'm to blame for the rain in my city Bang, bang, bang, in my city and they bang all the kitties She told me make it rain so I came on her titties I just laughed, walked away counting twenties and fifties Bumping like hippies, hungry like Missy I got a couple white friends, hit bones and played Frisbee Don't [?], sniff coke and drink whiskey Ray-Ban's risky, and coke white Griffeys [Chorus] I'm to blame for the rain in my city I'm to blame for the rain in my city Bang, bang, bang I'm to blame for the rain in my city I'm to blame, I'm to blame for the rain in my city Bang, bang, bang, in my city I'm to blame for the rain in my city I'm to blame for the rain in my city Bang, bang, bang I'm to blame for the rain in my city Bang, bang, bang, in my city Bang, bang, bang, in my city And they bang all the kitties [Verse 2] (Back on my dark sh**, like mixed girl's armpits Br'er Rabbit's tar pit, electric guitar riffs Swisher black lick spliffs, burnt black tar whiffs Burnt black crosses, hurt black conscious Cursed black artists, thirst and starve us 'Til we burst black-hearted and we act retarded And the bombs bombarded, 'til the rich restart it Cause they disregarded that that history's our sh**) She a garbage pale kid like Valerie Vomit She just organized all my comics by all my chronic Buy me rings like Sonic, I get high and pawn it I'm an outlaw, the tat on my neck should be wanted Big flake, be late for all my appointments I see dead people, Nacho P: clairvoyant Took the king out, Nacho P: heir appointed Creeped up in my kingdom, ParaNorman paranoid Pair of stripper twins: Tasha [?], Sarah Toia That's not all you got in common, guess what nose you blow up King Cobra, Anaconda, 'strictor Boa Nature boy, I don't need to wear a feather boa I buy two pairs of kicks, flood the stores like Noah What I owe ya, nothing for ya, matter fact who knows ya Gotta get ya real fast, not a sit tight lawyer I get lit then spit [?] [Chorus]