Mac Dre - Not My Job Lyrics
[Verse 1]Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stonesAnd get on a nigga head like some earphonesI finna spit it, with a clear toneGet yo attention, the biggest thang since the T.V. inventionDope as yola, I'm a big shot, a show offPlus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off***** a good job, she need a good jawAnd sell BJ's until her mouth get rawI'm from the California coast, beaches and richesHit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' wit *****esI got a coughnut, sittin' on wiresOn Vogues *****, not Michellin tiresCan't control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred MyersDo a lot of weed, love my supplierShe keep it, ***** the blood out my supplierMan I'm bigger than life, I do it MagnumAnd bout these broke *****es, I'm through with havin' em'Dre bogard, he shove and he pushAnd start war for nothin' G.W. BushWe be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwoodIt ain't a backwood, it ain't all that goodI'm from the streets, where most need heatBut I slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat[Chorus:]I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my jobI peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my jobI get ya for racks, but anything else, not my jobI make you a slap, but anything else, not my job[Verse 2]***** gone ask me to come with her to grocery shopI told her straight up like this, "no siree bob!"That's not my job, I don't do thatI'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew thatAnd where yo dude, should I serve em' the newsAnd let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoesOoh, you a fool, gotta watch thy selfOne false move, and you could stop thy selfSometimes I'm not myself, I'm another manI'm a rockstar, in another bandPlus I'm the man with plan in his handsSoon we'll all be playing in sandCause to my estimations, and these calculationsAnd all the money I made off the RompalationI finna get as many didgets that's on my license plateI shit on some of these midgets ***** I can't wait[Chorus][Verse 3]When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed inPlus I got a mouth full girl's best friendsI'm a back to the future new game kind of niggaY'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquorWearin' the same kind of clothes, *****in' the same kind of hoesAnd you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of oldYou don't want it with me, I'll bother yaSo get lost pal, before I clobber yaI got golden gloves, I give ya a new lookWith stiff left and a sharp right hookNiggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with themIt's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on themMe and my team, see we a machine***** with my mans, and I'ma have to interveneI'ma sporco, and a saunchoAlways lookin' out for Benny Blanco
