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Mac Dre

Genres: Hip-Hop

Not My Job Lyrics - Mac Dre

Dre rock the jewellery 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 Zoloft, 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 

To sell BJ's until her mouth get raw 

I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches 

Hit the cot, get ghost 

I don't be sleepin' wit 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 

I 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' like G.W. Bush 

We be lovin' the kush, but only in the backwood 

Without 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'll 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 at? 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 

And shit on some of these midgets bitch I can't wait 

 

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 

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