Not My Job

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

Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw

And sell B

J's until her mouth get raw

I'm from the

California coast, beaches and riches

Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' with bitches

I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires

On Vogues bitch, 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, fuck the blood out my supplier

Man I'm bigger than life,

I do it Magnum

And bout these broke bitches,

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]

Bitch 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 bitch

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, fuckin' the same kind of clothes

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

Fuck with my mans, and

I'm a have to intervene

I'm a sporco, and a sauncho

Always lookin' out for

Benny Blanco