Nussie - Blame Nussie lyrics

(Bridge): Might as well blame it on (nussie) Who they blame for everything in the city (nussie) Who's h*mocide getting real tired of (nussie) Who turned their back on but still be showing love (nussie) Who boiled lobsters and fed the whole hood (nussie) Who hit a lick for some bricks, and it was good (nussie) Who got stacks and still pulled jacks (nussie) Who got the whole baton rouge on his back (nussie) When them boys got, uh My name came up Celebrity in my city, but nothing like P Diddy I always get the blame for everything grime and gritty DCF's the truth, some scared so they spooked Could never be a duck, you ain't sharing, get the f** And for little bitty bucks, I'll smash your a** with my truck I'm the judge and the jury for all these (new) Call me king sneak attack, or mr. really be doing them things Black gloves, no mask, white bronco (straight O.G.) Butcher knife, what does nussie need a gun for? I'll cut all the freckles out your face Then buck shot them back, spray (speckles on your face) Last lane that I, uh No body saw that I wore a J.R. Ewing Stetson cowboy hat I screamed yeehah, then galloped down the road No body really saw me, but every body knows (nussie) Might as well blame it on (nussie) Who they blame for everything in the city (nussie) Who's h*mocides getting real tired of (nussie) Who turned their back on but still be showing love (nussie) Who boiled lobsters and fed the whole hood (nussie) Who hit a lick for some bricks, and it was good (nussie) Who got stacks and still pulled jacks (nussie) Who got the whole baton rouge on his back (nussie) You can take it as a joke, but I'll rob you with a note And some say that was me, on channel 33 (don't tell nobody) My street credit's awesome, it is what it is And these p**y cats flossing, it's time to split wigs I made you all's day, when I wrote the 'Dumway' Because me and skull say what you all be wanting to say Ain't no competition, no choice but to listen Word on the street n***as feeling what I'm spitting They know I really live it They know I'm about my business If it breathes and it bleeds They know that I will k** it f** a record deal I'd rather watch cartoons Sip some purple syrup and put some bricks in balloons That's DCF talk, you can ask Diablo And Diablo means Devil, in case you didn't know And here's something else, I think you should know Touch one hair on my head, I'll k** your a** dead Might as well blame it on (nussie) Who they blame for everything in the city (nussie) Whose h*mocide's getting real tired of (nussie) Who turned their back on but still be showing love (nussie) Who boiled lobsters and fed the whole hood (nussie) Who hit a lick for some bricks, and it was good (nussie) Who got stacks and still pulled jacks (nussie) Who got the whole baton rouge on his back (nussie) It's like this here man You can know I did, but you can't do sh** about it So b**h, deal with it (hahahaha) Looks like, sounds like, smells like your mom (haha) b**h play with me, I'll make you sh** in () In and out of jail, still causing hell I live by a code, no such thing as 'Imma tell' All eyes on me, let a real n***a (?roll?) Why can't every body eat, in these baton rouge streets? The DJ's the one who put this b**h on the map And I'm the one making every body respect that (), so you know what it is It's time to bless my hood, because it() where I live And don't be blaming me for everything that's going wrong It's one of the f**ing reasons I wrote this f**ing song Wise man once said, 'you want to blow stack your yao' Nah, that was bar joe, blowing purple indo Might as well blame it on (nussie) Who they blame for everything in the city (nussie) Who's h*mocides getting real tired of (nussie) Who turned their back on but still be showing love (nussie) Who boiled lobsters and fed the whole hood (nussie) Who hit a lick for some bricks, and it was good (nussie) Who got stacks and still pulled jacks (nussie) Who got the whole baton rouge on his back (nussie)