Текст песни Mac Dre - Not My Job
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[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 offFuck 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 bitchesI got a coughnut, sittin` on wiresOn Vogues bitch, not Michellin tiresCan`t control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred MyersDo a lot of weed, love my supplierShe keep it, fuck the blood out my supplierMan I`m bigger than life, I do it MagnumAnd bout these broke bitches, 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 meatChorus: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]Bitch 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 bitch I can`t waitChorus[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, fuckin` the same kind of clothesAnd 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 machineFuck with my mans, and I`ma have to interveneI`ma sporco, and a saunchoAlways lookin` out for Benny Blanco