E-40 - Don't Blame It On Me Lyrics
[e-40] youse a fool. you sound like you fin to earlThey can have all the armor but that calm doesnt harmChorus one: e-40Double cross the game, and get yo head to offDisrespect the game, ya get yo head to offYour faulty *****es main? a getcha head to off***** with my riches main? and getcha head to off, beittch![b-legit]Im erog-enous, most dog in thisDark brown like a clot, but now Im saucyHoes toss me they number like an alley-oopBut I slam it in the trash, if she aint got, ass and lootShoot, its all mine in the nine sizzlePistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em retireI aint no liar, I put it on my flowNiggaz ***** around, they get they head to off[e-40]Whats up? they disrespect usThem fools aint tryin to fight no warsYou talkin about bang bangThats the way this shit gonna goJust let your balls hangDont think about just do itCause when you think about itBefore you know it, you blew itI aint got shit to loseNo mercy nigga, no sargesGet your rowdy boysDo it today not tomorrowCheck your inventoryMake sure you got enough ammoIts self-explanitoryDont let em blow out the candle, biotch!ChorusChorus two: e-40Think about it fore you pop that shitCause if they find you witcha crew, they pack splitDont blame it on me (4x)(repeat all 2x)[e-40]You came up sixteenInterest is fastShell still serve everybodyFor the cashShe likes to partyWith her ass-lick *****-lickDickLick ass[b-legit]And we some grown men, we turn trill hoe outAnd all we ever did was stuck dick in her mouthWe ***** wines to the millionairesBall players that play, you better keep your ***** out the bay[e-40]The less fortunateThe sluts, the drug abusersOldest profession known to mankindIs prostitutionWhen I make a zillion I resignJust like clockworkBut you know me Im always a day or two lateAnd a dollar short[b-legit]I trick a ***** that love legit and do whatever I tell her toFrom credit card scams to givin head to youSo if you breathe, know what I mean, prepare that assFor the guillotine boss, get that ass to offChorus oneChorus two[b-legit]I got dreams of a mansion with the glass blockAbout a million point five in the stash boxI let the beat knock, I let the ass dropAnd if a nigga run up, he get ch-uh-chopped[e-40]Case number two forty six, she been in an unhappy dwellinNeighbors steady complainin, bout the dope sellinBut they aint never been evicted, or convictedThey aint never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested[b-legit]I tried to tell em like I once told fools whats upFonzarelli and the savage get they cash and lossIm from the coast, where we dont play that kid shitAnd niggaz get they mother*****in wig split[e-40]Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than hi-tech lugzWe can buck on each other or we can put on the glovesDont make me mad let me know, if you want more spotI can do this playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!Chorus oneChorus two (to fade)
