Don't Blame It On Me Lyrics - E-40

(feat. B-Legit) 

[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 

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[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! 

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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)