[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**h 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 an*lyst into a boss savage
Who had dreams an high hopes to live rich an lavish
Survival sk**s, 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***a 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 co*k yo ear off
When it comes to spittin game, I'm pro
Don't check me ma n***a, 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**ed her in ma jeep, in da backseat of ma rubican
p**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** wit ma n***a, he say the randomest sh**
I grew up on that n***a, 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**h!)
[Bridge]
[Chorus]