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