Not My Job Mac Dre
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[Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a nigga head like some headphones
I'm finna spit it with a clear tone
Get your attention
The biggest thing since the TV invention
Dope as Zoloft, a big shot, a show off
Plus, I'm a big pimp, I get tore off
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
To sell BJs 'til her mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast, beaches and bridges
Hit the cock, get ghost, I don't be sleeping with bitches
I got a Cougnut, sitting on wires
On vogues, bitch, not Michelin tires
Can't control my desires
I buy from Nordstrom's, not Fred Meyer's
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 having 'em
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
And start a war for nothing like G.W. Bush
We be loving 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'll slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a nigga head like some headphones
I'm finna spit it with a clear tone
Get your attention
The biggest thing since the TV invention
Dope as Zoloft, a big shot, a show off
Plus, I'm a big pimp, I get tore off
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
To sell BJs 'til her mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast, beaches and bridges
Hit the cock, get ghost, I don't be sleeping with bitches
I got a Cougnut, sitting on wires
On vogues, bitch, not Michelin tires
Can't control my desires
I buy from Nordstrom's, not Fred Meyer's
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 having 'em
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
And start a war for nothing like G.W. Bush
We be loving 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'll slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
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