Blame It on the DJ E-40 (Ft. C Ballin)

[Intro: C-Ballin]
Bla-bla-blame it on the DJ
Bla-blame it on the DJ
Bla-bla-blame it on the DJ
She wanna drop dat, den run it back (Ru-run it back)
And you can blame it on the DJ
Bla-bla-blame it on the DJ

[Verse 1: E-40]
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 my bone
Give me dome, blow me like a saxophone
When I pop my P's and spit my ism and manipulatin'
I tell her what she wanna hear and make her feel great
That's mackology, make her feel guilty, not me
When I'm wrong, I use reverse psychology
When I'm mackin' and stackin', mobbin' and mashin', boostin' up my status
From a little young adolescent to a boss savage
With big dreams and high hopes to live rich and lavish
Survival skills, mannish, hard-headed, hustlin' tactics
If it ain't no bread involved, then I can't be involved
Unless you're my relative or my potna, dawg
I ain't wrapped too tight but my raps be tight like stingy people
Ain't a ratchet type I'm a raspy type like stingy P
DJ, put the record to the needle, OOOUH!