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    Текст песни B Legit e 40 - Don't Blame It On Me

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    [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

    [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!

    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)




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