Don't Blame İt On Me

[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]