Blame It (Remix)
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Young Jeezy
I'm a make it official
I'm a blame it on ____?
Yo, hey!
It's the g-mix right here, nigga
_____________ ?
Chorus (first part)
Blame it on the Goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'Tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
Young Jeezy
Let's get it
See I rode in, see I rode up
Security, so what?
'Cuz I'm about to roll up
She all in my section
Dancing in my direction
When she's shaking that ass I think I got an erection
You think I got an erection but that's really the Wesson
And I was using my head, I'm glad I brought some protection
You say you brought some protection?
Yeah, I brought some protection
You can say I'm a blessing
I'm a teach 'em a lesson
Can't afford to pay homage, I'm a foreclose on 'em
Kick out their shit, lock the fucking doors on 'em
Rap is my trap, nigga this is my house
No hating ass niggas throw bricks at my house
You niggas ain't working
Y'all stay on that hoe shit
Me, I stay working, I stay on that boss shit
Message for you lil' niggas trying to play me
Tell 'em Rockband 2, you're better off playing Wii
Chorus (full)
Blame it on the Goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'Tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka, blame it on the Henney
Blame it on the Blue Top, got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the alcohol
Lil Wayne
Blame it on who? Blame it on me
She drink 'til she sleep when she drinking on me
I live in her cup, I watch the ice sink
She sipping all night on some shit that's light pink
You know they say, you are what you drink
Well baby I gotta be Louis XIII
And I can talk to her, when nobody hear
I "liquor" so good, she don't go around beer
Yeah, and shorty got class
Shorty got class, so she poured me in a glass
Hey, shorty take me to the head
One more shot of me and shorty be dead
And shorty just love drunk
She need a designated driver cause she love drunk
Hey there bartender, what's your name?
Let me buy this woman a bottle of Lil Wayne
Yeah
Repeat chorus
T-Pain
Girl I know you feel good, just like you look
Couple more shots you open up like a book
I ain't tripping, cause I'm a read ya
Shorty I ain't tripping, I just want to please ya
I'm a take a shot of Nuvo
Shorty didn't you know
It's going down, we can go and kick it like judo
You know what I mean?
Shorty got drunk, thought it all was a dream
So I made her say ahh, ah aaa
Now she got her hand on my leg
Got my seats all wet in my ride
All over my ride
She look my dead in the eye, eye eye
Then my pants got bigger
She already knew what to figure
Had her looking her boyfriend like, "Fuck that nigga"
Repeat chorus
Jamie Foxx
Now to the ballers popping bottles with their Henny in their cups
Screaming money ain't a thang, if it ain't throw it up in the sky
And hold your drinks up high
And to my independent mamas who can buy their own bottles
If you're looking like a model, when them broke fellas holla, tell them, "Bye"
Hold your drinks up high
Repeat chorus
