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E-40

"Blame It on the DJ"

[Chorus]
Bla-blame it on tha DJ (x3)
She wanna drop dat, den run it back (ru-run it back)
An you can blame it on tha DJ
Bla-blame it on tha DJ

[Verse 1]
I’m on like the most requested song
In his eyes, his b*tch can do no wrong
In her eyes, look like she wanna jump ma balls
Give me dome, blow me like a saxaphone
When I found ma pieces fit tha ism an manipulatin
I tell her what she wanna hear an make her feel great
Tha smackology, make her feel guilty not me
When I’m wrong, I use reverse psychology
Wen am mackin an stackin madamamashin ma stash to boost up ma stats
From a little analyst into a boss savage
Who had dreams an high hopes to live rich an lavish
Survival skills, mannish right head an hustlin tactics
If it ain’t no bread involved, then I won’t be involved
Unless you’re ma relative or ma partna dawg
Ain’t a rachet type I’m a raspy type like stingy P
DJ put the record to da meat

[Bridge]
In da club goin crazy, errbody drunk
An you can blame it on d DJ
(bla-blame it on d DJ)
An you can blame it on d DJ
(bla-blame it on d DJ)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
So OG but yet so useful
They say between me an you forty low key go
I remember when da n*gga used to push blow
Now he on da tracks an in da record store
Puttin on ma chain an pendant, poppin ma collar like a boss
I’m hella long wind, I’ll c*ck yo ear off
When it comes to spittin game, I’m pro
Don’t check me ma n*gga, check yo ho
I’m about this paper, this playa sharp like a razor won’t save her
You wanna wife her an date her, keep her like a crusader
Evertime you pay her she pay me, you buy her a louboutin
I f*cked her in ma jeep, in da backseat of ma rubican
pus*y was da bomb! Like this bubba kush
Brazillian wax not no barbara bush
Smokin an drinkin an curvin an swervin, that’s what I specialize in
I like em dark but I prefer light skin

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Indoor trees an tobacco leaves
Grind d weed down, no stivs no seeds
Errway I go you can smell d aroma
I got d lemon squeeze an a case a corona
I’m mannish, even when I’m at work
I go to church smellin like purp (stop lyin!)
You’re right, I just needed som’n to rhyme wit dat line
But certainly out here, mayne this the sign of the times
I be knockin dat sodi water, his beast be here
I f*ck wit ma n*gga, he say the randomest sh*t
I grew up on that n*gga, he raised me an ma clique
Taught us how to hustle an pick up a brick
How to knock a chick without liftin a finger
Use ma mouthpiece, no misdemeanor
Half money half heart, can’t be no marshmallow
She came in here wit you an left wit me, ma fella
(b*tch!)

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

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