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• dub 0 points 2008-07-20 01:23

  naaaa yall iz punk rocks close enough lyrics fool got a few words wrong he dont know thizzlamic let it go beezies let it go

• bluntsmoker 0 points 2006-12-22 18:08

  'the real lyrics bitch' is a pole smoker for sure and has no fucking idea what the fuck hes doing. do everyone a favor and just kill yourself.

• Stu 0 points 2006-07-31 12:30

  Hey, there is a link for correcting the lyrics!!!
  Would you please use it!!

• the real lyrics bitch 0 points 2006-07-31 01:54

  [Verse 1]
  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

  Chorus:

  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

  [Verse 2]
  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

  Chorus

  [Verse 3]
  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

• Taht Nigga Tweekz 0 points 2006-06-30 23:57

  Fuck this bitch ass fake ass nigga. Fucking no where near "Not My Job" OR Mac Dre. And fuck his momma too, living at home like a lil bitch havin his momma buy him shit.

• bi bitch 0 points 2006-06-06 05:55

  sumbody is a fuckin dummass 4 this shit.. ..this is no where near not my job his shitz hella frumpy wat the fuck is this.. ..it aint evn mac drenious..