Not My Job

She keep it, fuck the blood out my supplier
And 'bout these broke bitches
And all the money I made off the Rompalation
I can bust you a rap but anything else, not my job
Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self
I finna get as many didgets that's on my license plate
And you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old

So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
Soon we'll all be playing in sand
When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in
I get ya for racks but anything else, not my job
Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
I finna spit it, with a clear tone
I peel ya cap back but anything else, not my job
I make you a slap but anything else, not my job
And where yo dude, should I serve em' the news?
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
'Cause to my estimations and these calculations
Niggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with them

I'ma sporco and a Sauncho
I got a cough nut, sittin' on wires

I shit on some of these midgets bitch I can't wait
You don't want it with me, I'll bother ya
Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man
I can bust you a rap but anything else, not my job
I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches
I peel ya cap back but anything else, not my job
And let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes
It ain't a backwood, it ain't all that good
I'm a rockstar, in another band
Get yo attention, the biggest thang since the T.V. invention
On Vogues bitch, not Michellin tires
Can't control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred Myers

Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' wit bitches
Wearin' the same kind of clothes, fuckin' the same kind of clothes
Dope as yola, I'm a big shot, a show off
Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands
I'm from the streets, where most need heat

I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
I'm a back to the future new game kind of nigga
Do a lot of weed, love my supplier
I told her straight up like this, "No siree bob!"
That's not my job, I don't do that
Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
One false move and you could stop thy self
But I slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
I get ya for racks but anything else, not my job
Fuck with my mans and I'ma have to intervene
And start war for nothin' G.W. Bush
And sell BJ's until her mouth get raw
Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor
Me and my team, see we a machine
I make you a slap but anything else, not my job

We be lovin' the cush but only in the backwood
I'm through with havin' em'
I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look

Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop
It's all gravy as long as they don't tell on them
With stiff left and a sharp right hook
Plus I got a mouth full girl's best friends

Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw