Don’t Blame It On Me – B-Legit – letras

[E-40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to earlThey can have all the armor but that calm doesn’t harmChorus One: E-40Double cross the game, and get yo’ head to’ offDisrespect the game, ya get yo’ head to’ offYour faulty bitches main? A getcha head to’ offFuck with my riches main? And getcha head to’ off, beittch![B-Legit]I’m erog-enous, most dog in thisDark brown like a clot, but now I’m saucyHoes toss me they number like an alley-oopBut I slam it in the trash, if she ain’t got, ass and lootShoot, it’s all mine in the nine sizzlePistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em retireI ain’t no liar, I put it on my flowNiggaz fuck around, they get they head to’ off[E-40]What’s up? They disrespect usThem fools ain’t tryin to fight no warsYou talkin about bang bangThat’s the way this shit gonna goJust let your balls hangDon’t think about just do itCause when you think about itBefore you know it, you blew itI ain’t got shit to loseNo mercy nigga, no sargesGet your rowdy boysDo it today not tomorrowCheck your inventoryMake sure you got enough ammoIt’s self-explanitoryDon’t 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 splitDon’t blame it on me (4X)(repeat all 2X)[E-40]You came up sixteenInterest is fastShe’ll still serve everybodyfor the cashShe likes to partywith her ass-lick pussy-lickdickLick ass[B-Legit]And we some grown men, we turn trill hoe outAnd all we ever did was stuck dick in her mouthWe fuck wines to the millionairesBall players that play, you better keep your bitch 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 I’m always a day or two lateand a dollar short[B-Legit]I trick a bitch 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 ain’t never been evicted, or convictedThey ain’t never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested[B-Legit]I tried to tell em like I once told fools what’s upFonzarelli and the Savage get they cash and lossI’m from the coast, where we don’t play that kid shitAnd niggaz get they motherfuckin wig split[E-40]Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than hi-tech LugzWe can buck on each other or we can put on the glovesDon’t 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)