who gives a fuck what you bitches say
I'm putting this one down for
tha Bay you can bet bitch
round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
to make them haters frown
why is yours now figga it out
Con stantly questioning all tha bick
erin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Got me commin up on hustling
Fuck what you say if you disagree
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
If you car got took I'm tha one who threw
tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets
busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up,
its splatter close will be discussed
And Frayser's where my roots were sold
and so that's where I call my home
If it wasn't for tha Bay,
tha rap game I would not belong
Hear this song man who gives a
FUCK what you bitches say
when you get got just blame it on da Bay
If your car get took (You can
If your boys get shot (You can
Someone run up in your spot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your clique get hit (You can blame
Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can
Beat down in these streets (You can
Get jacked fo sum green (You can
[Verse 2] Blame it on da Bay is
something happens round they way
Either they too scared or too
wrong to bring to our face
Add it up - took his hoe,
stole his car, and shot his bro
By now someone like me should
I'm tha one superstar out tha hood,
Cause tha hood that I plug is
Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for
dead but keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon
crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame it on da Bay if there's
a glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being
made and its so crystal clear
Haters watch tha street strapped wit
heat that I'm feelin fine
Gradually I peak over tha steep
hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this path
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit