C Ballin - Blame It on the DJ lyrics

[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]