Doing It To Death by Kid Rated R Lyrics
[Verse]
To all of my soldiers in the air, I salute the sky
Speaking of air waves, there’s lames polluting mines
A bunch of stupid guys acting like the ruthless kind
That spit a bunch of stupid lines surrounded by a group of lies
And they package em' like that so that you could buy
Into a character knowin' they're just the cupid kind
With no facts to back past and they’re recruiting minds
While all of the youngsters in the streets gettin’ crucified
With no religion though, we really live it quotes
A ten year old that’s sitting in front the liquor store
While I’m buying me a bottle, am I different though
No I feel I gotta be the one to fix it though
Told him to be original you ain’t gotta be criminal
To be a cool kid ain’t no coming back from the system holmes (nah)
But he was looking at me foolish
Headphones were so loud that he blame it on the music
[Chorus]
Thuggin’ as a shorty, listenin' to Pac
Heavy D is what we had pumpin' out the spot
Hit em' with the product til' they O.D.B
Made it look Easy, and all the Pimp C
That I’m gone do it BIG, punish competish'
Fire up an L, take it to the chest
Like a Guru the way I maneuver round this shit
What you dudes ain’t get the hint
Son I’m doin’ it to death
[Verse]
I was a young thug ignant', listened to No Limit
Black hoodie, black fitted and with it my gold grill and
Would pop the top off a Guinness, play the tape from beginning
Was watching they videos and would mimic they whole image
Just a kid couldn’t tell me they didn’t live it
This is way before I did it or understood, the difference
That it was just, a business, but let the Lord be my witness
Fore' we knew them cars was rented we was hustlin’ trying to get it
Now that I’m wiser I realize
The real sign that street rap, portrays real life
Scenarios through ill rhymes through it to shed real light
On real situations that’s happening around us in real time
So use it, as a guide
Not to instill false pride and to die trying to prove it, uh
This explanation’s probably useless
Cause they gone do it anyways and blame it on the music
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Bill O'Reilly]
Few Americans take the vile rapper seriously
He represents the lowest form of entertainment in this country
And is a publicity hound to boot
However, kids see it, not adults, nobody over twenty five will listen to this stuff
[Intro #2:]
Like we always do about this time
Blame it on the (uh what up), blame it on the (uh what up)
Blame it on the (what up), blame it on the music
Blame it on the music (blame it on the), blame it on the music (blame it on the)
Blame it on the music (blame it on the), See they gone do it anyway so blame it on the music
[Verse]
Parents embarrassed by what their kids’ll do
And blame it on the shit that they listen to
Instead of parenting that they didn’t do
Or maybe it’s the times that we livin’ through
We livin’ through, livin' through
What you listen to, that you didn’t do
And all the kids sing it too
Parents embarrassed by what your kids’ll do
And blame it on the shit that we listen to
Instead of parenting that they didn’t do
Or maybe it’s the times that we livin’ through
Livin’ through, livin’ through
What you listen to, what you listen to
Instead of parenting that you didn’t do
[Sung Chorus]
[Outro]
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this mother
Westside, westside
We gone set this party off right
Westside, westside
We gone set this party off right
Blame it on, blame it on
Blame it on, blame it on
Blame it on the music
To all of my soldiers in the air, I salute the sky
Speaking of air waves, there’s lames polluting mines
A bunch of stupid guys acting like the ruthless kind
That spit a bunch of stupid lines surrounded by a group of lies
And they package em' like that so that you could buy
Into a character knowin' they're just the cupid kind
With no facts to back past and they’re recruiting minds
While all of the youngsters in the streets gettin’ crucified
With no religion though, we really live it quotes
A ten year old that’s sitting in front the liquor store
While I’m buying me a bottle, am I different though
No I feel I gotta be the one to fix it though
Told him to be original you ain’t gotta be criminal
To be a cool kid ain’t no coming back from the system holmes (nah)
But he was looking at me foolish
Headphones were so loud that he blame it on the music
[Chorus]
Thuggin’ as a shorty, listenin' to Pac
Heavy D is what we had pumpin' out the spot
Hit em' with the product til' they O.D.B
Made it look Easy, and all the Pimp C
That I’m gone do it BIG, punish competish'
Fire up an L, take it to the chest
Like a Guru the way I maneuver round this shit
What you dudes ain’t get the hint
Son I’m doin’ it to death
[Verse]
I was a young thug ignant', listened to No Limit
Black hoodie, black fitted and with it my gold grill and
Would pop the top off a Guinness, play the tape from beginning
Was watching they videos and would mimic they whole image
Just a kid couldn’t tell me they didn’t live it
This is way before I did it or understood, the difference
That it was just, a business, but let the Lord be my witness
Fore' we knew them cars was rented we was hustlin’ trying to get it
Now that I’m wiser I realize
The real sign that street rap, portrays real life
Scenarios through ill rhymes through it to shed real light
On real situations that’s happening around us in real time
So use it, as a guide
Not to instill false pride and to die trying to prove it, uh
This explanation’s probably useless
Cause they gone do it anyways and blame it on the music
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Bill O'Reilly]
Few Americans take the vile rapper seriously
He represents the lowest form of entertainment in this country
And is a publicity hound to boot
However, kids see it, not adults, nobody over twenty five will listen to this stuff
[Intro #2:]
Like we always do about this time
Blame it on the (uh what up), blame it on the (uh what up)
Blame it on the (what up), blame it on the music
Blame it on the music (blame it on the), blame it on the music (blame it on the)
Blame it on the music (blame it on the), See they gone do it anyway so blame it on the music
[Verse]
Parents embarrassed by what their kids’ll do
And blame it on the shit that they listen to
Instead of parenting that they didn’t do
Or maybe it’s the times that we livin’ through
We livin’ through, livin' through
What you listen to, that you didn’t do
And all the kids sing it too
Parents embarrassed by what your kids’ll do
And blame it on the shit that we listen to
Instead of parenting that they didn’t do
Or maybe it’s the times that we livin’ through
Livin’ through, livin’ through
What you listen to, what you listen to
Instead of parenting that you didn’t do
[Sung Chorus]
[Outro]
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this mother
Westside, westside
We gone set this party off right
Westside, westside
We gone set this party off right
Blame it on, blame it on
Blame it on, blame it on
Blame it on the music