Mac Dre mac dre not my job Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a n____ 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
f___ 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 b____es
I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires
On Vogues b____, 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, f___ the blood out my supplier
Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
And bout these broke b____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 n____ up like some roast beef meat

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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]
b____ 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 s___ on some of these midgets b____ I can't wait

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[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 n____
Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor
Wearin' the same kind of clothes, f___in' 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
n____z 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
f___ with my mans, and I'ma have to intervene
I'ma sporco, and a sauncho
Always lookin' out for Benny Blanco