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Don'T Blame It On Me

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E-40, B Legit

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Ya-a-a-a-a-a-ah These are fools, when they sound like he's from the earth They can have all the armor, but they can't have all the armor Double cross the gang and get your head tore off Disrespect the game, yeah get your head tore off You bought that bitches mind, uh get your head tore off *** with my riches mind, and get your head tore off I'm the longest, most doggedest Dark brown like the coffin, but now I'm saucy Hoes trust me, they never lock an alley oop But I slam it in the trash if she ain't got ass to look Shoot, it's all mine in a nine sizzle Pistol still fizzle fine, direct hits make em retire I ain't no liar, I put it on my floss Niggas *** around, they *** their heads too Disrespect the game, and fools ain't tryna fight no war Don't you touch my bang, bang, bang That's the way this *** gon' go, just let your balls hang Don't think about it, just do it, cause when you think about it Though you know it, you blew it, I ain't got *** to lose No mercy nigga, no saw, just get your brownie boys Do it today, not tomorrow, check your inventory Make sure you got enough ammo, do a self explanatory Don't let em blow out the cannon Hoes trust me, they never lock an alley oop Disrespect the game, yeah get your head tore off You bought that bitches mind, uh get your head tore off *** with my riches mind, and get your head tore off Think about it, *** your pop that *** Cause if they find you with your Kool-Aid pack split Think about it, *** your pop that *** Cause if they find you with your Kool-Aid pack split Bitch ain't but 16, and just as fast She sells her body for the cash She likes to party, with all her ass Lick pussy, lick dick, lick ass And we some grown men, we church your hoe out And all we ever did was stuck dick in her mouth We *** wines to the millionaires, ball players that play You better keep your bitch off her butt The less fortunate, the slickest The drug addicts know this profession Owned to mankind, it's prostitution When I make a zillion I resign It's like Lockwood, but you know me I'm always a day or two late, and a dollar short I'm a bitch that love legit, do whatever I tell her to From credit card scams to giving head to you So if you green, know what I mean Prepare that ass for the guillotine boss Get that ass tore off Double cross, and get your head tore off Disrespect the gang, and get your head tore off Involve their bitches man, and get your head tore off *** with my riches man, and get your head tore off Think about it, *** your pop that *** Cause if they find you with your Kool-Aid pack split Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me Think about it, *** your pop that *** Cause if they find you with your Kool-Aid pack split Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me I got dreams of a mansion with a glass block I bought a medium .5 and a stash box I let the beat knock, I let the ass drop And if a nigga run up, he get cha-a-a chopped Case number 246, shootin' in an unhappy dwelling Neighbors steady complainin' bout the dope sellin' But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted They ain't never been subpoenaed to court, or arrested I try to tell em like I once told fools before Fonzarelli and the Savage get they cash in lows I'm from the coast, where we don't play that kid *** And niggas get they mother***in' wigs split I spits nothing less than high tech licks We can *** on each other, or we can put on niggas lips And let me know, if you want more Smokin' dollars is player, player Until the dry shaft all off, till the corpse And get your head tore Disrespect the game, you get your head tore Them faulty bitches, man, get your head tore *** with my riches, man, you get your head tore Bitch Think about it before you pop that *** If they find you with your Kool-Aid packs split Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me Think about it before you pop that *** If they find you with your Kool-Aid packs split Don't blame it on me Don't blame it on me

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