1] Dre rock the jewelry with the stones And get on a head like some earphones I finna spit it, a clear tone Get yo attention, the thang since the T.V. invention Dope as yola, I'm a big shot, a off I'm a big pimp, I get tow off Fuck a good job, she need a jaw And sell BJ's her mouth get raw I'm from the California coast, and riches Hit the cot, get ghost, no sleepin' wit bitches I got a coughnut, on wires On Vogues bitch, not tires Can't control my desires, I buy Nordstroms not Fred Myers Do a lot of weed, my supplier She keep it, fuck the out my supplier Man I'm bigger life, I do it Magnum And bout these broke bitches, I'm through havin' em' Dre bogard, he and he push And start war for G.W. Bush We be lovin' the cush, but only in the It ain't a backwood, it all that good I'm from the streets, where most heat But I slice a nigga up some roast beef meat I can bust you a rap, but else, not my job I ya cap back, but anything else, not my job I get ya for racks, but else, not my job I you a slap, but anything else, not my job 2] Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery I told her up like this, "no siree bob!" That's not my job, I don't do I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew And where yo dude, should I em' the news And let him you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy One move, and you could stop thy self I'm not myself, I'm another man I'm a rockstar, in band Plus I'm the man plan in his hands we'll all be playing in sand Cause to my estimations, and these And all the I made off the Rompalation I finna get as many didgets on my license plate I on some of these midgets bitch I can't wait 3] When I dip, they off what Furl dressed in Plus I got a mouth girl's best friends I'm a back to the future new kind of nigga lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor Wearin' the same kind of clothes, fuckin' the same of clothes And you pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old You don't want it me, I'll bother ya So get lost pal, before I ya I got gloves, I give ya a new look With stiff left and a right hook Niggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on Me and my team, see we a Fuck with my mans, and I'ma have to sparco, and a sancho Always lookin' out for Benny