Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not My Job , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 29.02.2016
Song language: English
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’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 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’ma have to intervene |
| I’ma sporco, and a sauncho |
| Always lookin’out for Benny Blanco |