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 bitch 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 nigga 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 cock yo ear off When it comes to spittin game, I’m pro Don’t check me ma nigga, 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 fucked her in ma jeep, in da backseat of ma rubican Pussy 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 fuck wit ma nigga, he say the randomest shit I grew up on that nigga, 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 (bitch!) [Bridge] [Chorus]