Blame, blame, blame it on the DJ
Blame, blame, blame it on the DJ
She wanna drop that, then run it back
And you can blame it on the DJ
I'm on like the most requested song
In his eyes, his bitch can't do no wrong
In her eyes, look like she wanna jump my bone
Get me down, blow me like a saxophone
When I pop my peas and spit my ism and manipulate
I tell her what she wanna hear and make her feel great
That's macology, make her feel guilty, not me
When I'm wrong, I use reverse psychology
Money macking and stacking, mobbing and mashing, boosting up my status
From a little young adolescent to a boss savage
With big dreams and high hopes to live rich and lavish
Survival skills, man, it's hard-headed hustling tactics
If it ain't no bread involved, then I can't get involved
Unless you my relative or my partner, dawg
I ain't rap too tight, but my raps be tight like Stingy P
Digi
DJ, put the record to the knee
The club going crazy, everybody drum
And you can blame it on the DJ
You can blame it on the DJ
She wanna drop that, drop that, run it back, run it back
And you can blame it on the DJ
On the DJ
On the DJ
So OG, but yet so youthful
They say, but I'm not a DJ
Between me and you, 40 low-key, go
I remember when the nigga used to push block
Now he on the trucks and in the record store
Culling on my chain and pendant
Popping my collar like a boss
I'm hella long-winded
I talk your ear off
When it comes to spitting game, I'm a pro
Don't check me, my nigga, check your house
I'm about to pay for this player, sharp like a razor, won't save her
You want to wife her and date her and cape her like a crusader
Every time you pay her, she pay me, you buy a Louboutin
I *** her in my Jeep and the backseat of my Rubicon
Pussy was the bomb
Like this Bubba Kush
Brazilian wax, not no Barbara Bush
Smokin' and drinkin' and purvin' and swervin'
That's what I specialize in
I like them dark, but I prefer light skis
The club goin' crazy, everybody drum
And you can blame it on the DJ
Blame it on the DJ
You can blame it on the DJ
Blame it on the DJ
She wanna drop that
Run it back
And you can blame it on the DJ
On the DJ
Blame it on the DJ
On the DJ
Into her trees and tobacco leaves
Grind the weed down, no stems, no seeds
Hey, where I go, you can smell the aroma
I got some lemon squeeze and a case of Corona
I'm mannish
Even when I'm at work, I go to church smellin' like perp
Stop lyin'
You right, I just needed somethin' to rhyme with that line
It's ugly out here, man, it's the sign of the time
I be knockin' that 40 water, his beats be it
I *** with my nigga, he say the randomest ***
I grew up on that nigga, he raised me and my clique
I grew up on that nigga, he raised me and my clique
Taught us how to hustle and cook up a brick
How to knock a chick without liftin' a finger
Used my mouthpiece, no Mr. Me
Half money, half heart
Can't be no marshmallow
She came here to thank what you, but left with me, my fella
This club goin' crazy, everybody drum
And you can blame it on the DJ
Blame it on the DJ
You can blame it on the DJ
Blame it on the DJ
She wanna drop that
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
And you can blame it on the DJ
On the DJ
Blame, blame, blame it on the DJ
On the DJ
On the DJ