[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
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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
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[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
