Don`t Blame It On Me lyrics

Artist  : B. Legit Featuring E-40 
Song : Don`t Blame It On Me
 


[E 40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to
earl
They can have all the armor but that calm
doesn't harm

Chorus One: E 40

Double
cross the game and get yo' head to'
off
Disrespect the game ya get yo' head to'
off
Your faulty bitches main? A getcha head
to' off
Fuck with my riches main? And getcha
head to' off beittch!

[B Legit]
I'm
erog enous most dog in this
Dark brown like a
clot, but now I'm saucy
Hoes toss me they
number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the
trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot
Shoot,
it's all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol still
fizeal fine, direct hits make em retire
I
ain't no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck
around, they get they head to'
off

[E-40]
What's up? They disrespect
us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no
wars
You talkin about bang bang
That's the
way this shit gonna go
Just let your balls
hang
Don't think about just do it
Cause
when you think about it
Before you know it,
you blew it
I ain't got shit to lose
No
mercy nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy
boys
Do it today not tomorrow
Check your
inventory
Make sure you got enough
ammo
It's self-explanitory
Don't let em
blow out the candle,
biotch!

Chorus

Chorus Two:
E-40

Think about it 'fore you pop that
shit
Cause if they find you witcha crew, they
pack split
Don't blame it on me
(4X)
(repeat all 2X)

[E-40]
You came
up sixteen
Interest is fast
She'll still
serve everybody
for the cash
She likes to
party
with her ass-lick
pussy-lick
dick
Lick
ass

[B-Legit]
And we some grown men, we
turn trill hoe out
And all we ever did was
stuck dick in her mouth
We fuck wines to the
millionaires
Ball players that play, you
better keep your bitch out the
Bay

[E-40]
The less fortunate
The
sluts, the drug abusers
Oldest profession
known to mankind
is prostitution
When I
make a zillion I resign
just like
clockwork
But you know me I'm always a day or
two late
and a dollar
short

[B-Legit]
I trick a bitch that
love Legit and do whatever I tell her to
From
credit card scams to givin head to you
So if
you breathe, know what I mean, prepare that
ass
for the guillotine boss, get that ass to'
off

Chorus One
Chorus
Two

[B-Legit]
I got dreams of a mansion
with the glass block
About a million point five
in the stash box
I let the beat knock, I let
the ass drop
And if a nigga run up, he get
ch-uh-chopped

[E-40]
Case number two
forty six, she been in an unhappy
dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the
dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted,
or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed
to court, or arrested

[B-Legit]
I tried
to tell em like I once told fools what's
up
Fonzarelli and the Savage get they cash and
loss
I'm from the coast, where we don't play
that kid shit
And niggaz get they motherfuckin
wig split

[E-40]
Ahhhhh I spits nothin
less than hi-tech Lugz
We can buck on each
other or we can put on the gloves
Don't make
me mad let me know, if you want more spot
I
can do this playa, get the driveshaft all off,
biotch!

Chorus One
Chorus Two (to
fade)




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