[Verse 1]
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Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
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And get on a nigga head like some earphones
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I finna spit it, with a clear tone
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Get yo attention, the biggest thang since the T.V. invention
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Dope as yola, I'm a big shot, a show off
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Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
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Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
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And sell BJ's until her mouth get raw
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I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches
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Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' with bitches
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I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires
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On Vogues bitch, not Michellin tires
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Can't control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred Myers
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Do a lot of weed, love my supplier
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She keep it, fuck the blood out my supplier
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Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
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And bout these broke bitches, I'm through with havin' em'
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Dre bogard, he shove and he push
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And start war for nothin' G.W. Bush
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We be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwood
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It ain't a backwood, it ain't all that good
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I'm from the streets, where most need heat
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But I slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
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[Chorus:]
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I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job
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I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job
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I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job
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I make you a slap, but anything else, not my job
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[Verse 2]
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Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop
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I told her straight up like this, "no siree bob! "
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That's not my job, I don't do that
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I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
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And where yo dude, should I serve em' the news
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And let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes
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Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self
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One false move, and you could stop thy self
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Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man
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I'm a rockstar, in another band
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Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands
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Soon we'll all be playing in sand
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Cause to my estimations, and these calculations
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And all the money I made off the Rompalation
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I finna get as many didgets that's on my license plate
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I shit on some of these midgets bitch I can't wait
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in
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Plus I got a mouth full girl's best friends
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I'm a back to the future new game kind of nigga
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Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor
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Wearin' the same kind of clothes, fuckin' the same kind of clothes
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And you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old
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You don't want it with me, I'll bother ya
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So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
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I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look
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With stiff left and a sharp right hook
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Niggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with them
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It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them
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Me and my team, see we a machine
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Fuck with my mans, and I'm a have to intervene
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I'm a sporco, and a sauncho
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Always lookin' out for Benny Blanco
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Not My Job
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| Mac Dre |
