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Mac Dre - Not My Job Lyrics

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  • [Verse 1]
  • Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
  • And get on a nigga head like some earphones
  • I finna spit it, with a clear tone
  • Get yo attention, the biggest thang since the T.V. invention
  • Dope as yola, I'm a big shot, a show off
  • Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
  • ***** a good job, she need a good jaw
  • And sell BJ's until her mouth get raw
  • I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches
  • Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' wit *****es
  • I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires
  • On Vogues *****, not Michellin tires
  • Can't control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred Myers
  • Do a lot of weed, love my supplier
  • She keep it, ***** the blood out my supplier
  • Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
  • And bout these broke *****es, I'm through with havin' em'
  • Dre bogard, he shove and he push
  • And start war for nothin' G.W. Bush
  • We be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwood
  • It ain't a backwood, it ain't all that good
  • I'm from the streets, where most need heat
  • But I slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
  • [Chorus:]
  • I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job
  • I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job
  • I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job
  • I make you a slap, but anything else, not my job
  • [Verse 2]
  • ***** gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop
  • I told her straight up like this, "no siree bob!"
  • That's not my job, I don't do that
  • I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
  • And where yo dude, should I serve em' the news
  • And let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes
  • Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self
  • One false move, and you could stop thy self
  • Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man
  • I'm a rockstar, in another band
  • Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands
  • Soon we'll all be playing in sand
  • Cause to my estimations, and these calculations
  • And all the money I made off the Rompalation
  • I finna get as many didgets that's on my license plate
  • I shit on some of these midgets ***** I can't wait
  • [Chorus]
  • [Verse 3]
  • When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in
  • Plus I got a mouth full girl's best friends
  • I'm a back to the future new game kind of nigga
  • Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor
  • Wearin' the same kind of clothes, *****in' the same kind of hoes
  • And you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old
  • You don't want it with me, I'll bother ya
  • So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
  • I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look
  • With stiff left and a sharp right hook
  • Niggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with them
  • It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them
  • Me and my team, see we a machine
  • ***** with my mans, and I'ma have to intervene
  • I'ma sporco, and a sauncho
  • Always lookin' out for Benny Blanco

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