Jamie Foxx featuring T-Pain - Blame It (via jamiefoxx)

Original lyrics here.

Blame it on the juice, had to cut it loose
Blame it on the (testos) 'terone, no more in the zone
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Lew said he usually don't
But I know that he front
'Cause Billy know what he want
They don't wanna seem like it's easy

I ain't sayin' what Lew won't do
But you know they're probably goin' to
What they been feenin' deep inside

(Get an out now)

Geren what you drinkin', don' let it sink in
Fear for the weakened, thinkin' we can
See if we can sweep if we press fast forward
Just one more round and you're bound to blow it

Fill another lineup, need another butt (what?!)
Lew don' even care now, I was unaware
How bad you was before
My Bud said, "In." My Bud said, "In."

Blame it on Foss, notch another loss
Blame it on Cotron', wretched at the 'phone
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Blame it on Croz, blame it on Hanny
Blame it on the bat tap, hittin' like my granny
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Ooh see, Lew gave a wink to Fre'
But now we know they ain't tipsy
He put some chips on Fre'
But he keeps Santa Clara in his eye

No tellin' what he gon' do
Baby he would rather show you
What you'll be missin' in your life
When he goes southside

Geren what you drinkin? Don' let the stink in
Here for the weekend, thinkin' we can
See where we could be if we press fast forward
Just 2010 if you're down, I'm fallin'

Botch another lineup, need another butt (what?!)
Lew don' even care now, I was unaware
How bad you was before
No butts sat in, no butts sat in

Blame it on the juice, had to cut it loose
Blame it on the (testos) 'terone, no more in the zone
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Blame it on the quad, blame it on the hammy
Blame it on the bruised calf, gotcha feelin' clammy
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

(T-Long)

Lew, I know you feel good
Just like you look, couple more stats
You open like a book, I ain't trippin 'cause I'ma read ya
Lew, I ain't trippin', I jus' wanna please ya

Gotta take a shot of Novo, Chavy, then you know
Back's goin' down, gotta cut it like micro
You know what I mean
Lew got drunk, thought it all was a dream
SJ made him say aye, aye

Now he got his hand on my stad'
Got my seats all tarped in my ride
All over my ride

SJ looked Lew dead in the eye
Then their bats got bigga
SJ already knew what to figga
Had Lew lookin' at Oakland like, "F*** dat n****"

Blame it on the juice, had to cut it loose
Blame it on the (testos) 'terone, no more in the zone
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Now to the owners poppin' bottles
With they penny in they cup screamin'
Money is the thing, if it is throw it up in the sky
Just hold your fans up high

And to the independent owners
Who can buy they own ballas
If you lookin' like a model
When them broke fellas holla, tell 'em bye
Rev' sharin's too high

You can blame it on the juice, had to cut it loose
Blame it on the (testos) 'terone, no more in the zone
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball

Blame it on the 'pen, blame it on Ziggy
Blame it on the flu that ya got from a piggy
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball
Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A's brand o' ball