: 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-
Traduction: E-40. Ne pas Blame It On Me.
it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the
when it's time to ride and create some death Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker
a bay bay goin off [Chorus 1] [E-40:] E-40 from the bay hey bay bay Hocker me Ratchet like where you stay Im pullin on my chain yankin on my collar
's scary Don't mean a e-mail or phone when I say Blackberry It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide
don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) Incredible like E
the bag you'll be leaving I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even Is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N. I son'd you folk, I'm lookin
me laugh Ya`ll belong on W.B Coolio is so whacky, it's disgusting most rappers on the West Coast don't even like you trust me and E-40 I gotta talk
back on the bus She never knew we checked out 'til they're wakin' her up Don't blame me, better blame the one raisin' her up "Look, that's not my daughter on
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]
world, is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound
work Expert, tryin' to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it Yo, what
it, I put my fist in it Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it Niggaz try
just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know Why don't cha' get up on this mic And spit some of that ol' gangsta
here gettin' killed to accept it Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (Look at me) Squattin' twenty inch
that fire? Fire. I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone. I don't like that shit. I don't like that shit. I need fire, who got fire? Real pimp. Yo nigga. It
muthafucka!] whats strange to me benzino been in the game and knows that he came but he aint got no more fame then me that WOW! blame it on the white
