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 BJ's until her mouth get raw
 I'm from the California coast, beaches and bridges
 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
 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
 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
 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 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