Compton Menace - It Ain't My Fault Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, itís the menace!
Yeah, yeah!

Hook:
It ainít my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thing
It ainít my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ainít my fault, making all this paper
It ainít my fault, heís a motherfucking hater
It ainít my fault!

I keep a bad bitch, pocket full of cash
Living life reckless, 200 on the dash
And every time paid for, rhymes in the front yo
Fuck having friends when you chilling with your kin foe
Wonder why she cheat, must be cause her man broke
Why he mad? it must be mad cause your man wonít
Lift them doors up on that motherfucking Lambo
Now he mad, once you bring Santa to beach flow
Yeah, was sicker than that
A young black nigga wearing ridiculous stacks
I came a long way from pitching that crack
Step to the same code, just spitting the facts
It ainít my fault that your main bitch like me
Blame it on the ice, fully grand on my whiteÖ
Most niggas will feel like rob me
I know why they hating, just wait till they try me.

Hook:
It ainít my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thing
It ainít my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ainít my fault, making all this paper
It ainít my fault, heís a motherfucking hater
But itís my fault, middle finger to the sky
Itís my fault, nothing would have rapped out
Itís my fault, sorry that your girl wants me
Itís my fault, sorry that you saw that ainít my fault

Yeah, it ainít my motherfucking fault,
Couple hundred thousands still locked in the vault
Still keep a couple loose grams of that choke
Still keep two desert eagle and a foe
Look, knew what you niggas talking bout
I bet the sneakers, Iím the only thing to talk about
We pull Ďem out and chalk Ďem out
You talk about that new whip you foreign they got win about.
Yeah, thatís how it is when you call
Now the haters on my dick like a fresh pair of draws
And everyday clean from the truck to the vickies
Niggas they pillow talk cause they canít fuck with me
Ride through the city, puffing on sticky
You say they lookin for it, till them niggas come get me
I stay fly and now I ride with my gun up
Only four words for a nigga if he burn up

Hook:
It ainít my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thing
It ainít my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ainít my fault, making all this paper
It ainít my fault, heís a motherfucking hater
But itís my fault, middle finger to the sky
Itís my fault, nothing would have rapped out
Itís my fault, sorry that your girl wants me
Itís my fault, sorry that you saw that ainít my fault

Self made, triple ways of getting paid
Dark days, got me Öakaís
Spinning blades, how we do it everyday
Them whole things, we baking like we cooking cake
Around the way, flamed up, everyday
Gunplay, play nigga, get sprayed
Money ways, on a turf to get paid
YMCMB out them hallways
Hold it down, 5 star pull it down
Where the crown, OG out the pound
Cherry on everything!
I do this thing, I put it on everything!

Hook:
It ainít my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thing
It ainít my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ainít my fault, making all this paper
It ainít my fault, heís a motherfucking hater
But itís my fault, middle finger to the sky
Itís my fault, nothing would have rapped out
Itís my fault, sorry that your girl wants me
Itís my fault, sorry that you saw that ainít my fault
When I drive past you and your girl
Girlfriend waving at me,
That ainít my fault!

In the club while youíre standing on the floor
I got her up in VIP, that ainít my fault!
Now I donít loose the fame
Öguess it get played
Stacking money my nigga and you can have a name
Until then just do like the music and just fade.

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