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 riches, 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 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'm a have to intervene, i'm a sporco, and a sauncho, always lookin' out for benny blanco