Not My Job lyrics
Mac Dre See albums and popular songs
[Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry wit the clear stones
and get on a nigga head like some earphones
I'm finna spit it wit a clear tone
get your attention
I'm the biggest thing since the T.V invention
Dope as zoloft
A big shot, a showoff
Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
To sell bj's til her mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast,
Beaches and bridges
Hit the cot, get ghost,
I don't be sleepin with bitches
I got a coug-nut sittin on wires
on vouges bitch, not michellin tires
Can't control my desires
I buy from Nordstroms, not Fred Meyers
I do a lot of weed, love my suppliers
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 wit havin em
Dre Bogart, he shove and he push
And start war for nothin like G.W. Bush
We be lovin the cush, but only in a backwood
Not 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 x, 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 sireee bob
That's not my job, I don't do that
I'm a pimp slash rapper
I thought you knew that
And where your dude at?
Should I serve him the news?
And let him know he finna be walkin in some brand new shoes
Oooh you a fool
Gotta watch thyself
One false move and could stop thyself
Sometimes I'm not myself
I'm another man
I'm a rockstar in another band
Plus I'm the man wit the plan in his hands
Soon we'll all be playin in the sand
Cause to my estimations, and miscalculations
And all the money I made off the Rompalations
I finna get as many digits thats on my liscence plate
And shit on some of these midgets,
Bitch I cant wait
[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 x, but anything else, not my job
I make you a slap, but anything else, not my job
[Verse 3]
When I dip they trip off what Furl dressed in
Plus I got a mouth fulla girl's best friend
I'm a back to the future, new game kinda nigga
Yall lames is plain, drinkin the same kinda liquor
Wearin the same kinda clothes,
Fuckin the same kinda ho's
And you bedrock pimpin,
meanin your game's kinda old
And you dont want it wit me,
I'll bother ya
So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
I got golden gloves,
I give you a new look,
Wit a stiff left and a sharp right hook
Niggas know snitches, they ride and they roll wit them
Its all gravy, as long as they dont tell on them
Me and my team, see we a machine
You fuck wit my mans and I'm hafta intervene
See I'm a sportcoat, and a sauncho
Always lookin out for Benny Blanco
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sumbody is a fuckin dummass 4 this shit.. ..this is no where near not my job his shitz hella frumpy wat the fuck is this.. ..it aint evn mac drenious..
Fuck this bitch ass fake ass nigga. Fucking no where near "Not My Job" OR Mac Dre. And fuck his momma too, living at home like a lil bitch havin his momma buy him shit.
[Verse 1]
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 riches
Hit the cot, get ghost, no more 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
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 meatChorus:
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 waitChorus
[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'ma have to intervene
I'ma sporco, and a sauncho
Always lookin' out for Benny BlancoHey, there is a link for correcting the lyrics!!!
Would you please use it!!'the real lyrics bitch' is a pole smoker for sure and has no fucking idea what the fuck hes doing. do everyone a favor and just kill yourself.
naaaa yall iz punk rocks close enough lyrics fool got a few words wrong he dont know thizzlamic let it go beezies let it go
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