What A Job Lyrics - Singles - Devin The Dude

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again 

Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again 

Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done 

Barely make it home with the morning sun 

Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme 

Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other time 

'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do 

This music is something more different than the weed and the brew 

That's why we mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it 

Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for 

All the independents, a few major labels 

The big studios who still give niggas favors 

On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and 

Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever 

This is for all the engineers who smoke weed 

Can't forget about the production cost and all the hidden fees 

For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth 

Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop 

But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm 

Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm 

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again 

Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again 

Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done 

Barely make it home with the morning sun 

Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy 

With the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving 

And a lot of folks, they stop and stare thinking I'ma trickin' off 

I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off 

Move on to the next phase and it's amazing 

The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising 

Hmm, that's 15 years in the game 

Still got the fortune and fame, yeah, I'm doing my thang 

Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven 

So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend 

Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit 

Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin' 

My rhymes like nickels and dimes 

Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind 

It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get 

What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat 

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again 

Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again 

Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done 

Barely make it home with the morning sun 

Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

We work nights, we some vampires 

Niggas gather 'round their beat like a campfire 

Singin' folk songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord 

You download it for free, we get charged back for it 

I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it 

Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit 

So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob 

And take a couple kernels off it, that would be alright with you 

Hell no, yeah, exactamundo 

But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo 

And candy, Bentley, Fanny with no panties in Miami 

And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys 

See we do it for that boy that graduated 

That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it 

And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9 

And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' 

Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school 

And they used to make love to me in college 

Then they told me 'bout their first date listenin' to my tunes 

And how he liked her finger nail polish 

I say, hate to cut you off but I gotta go 

I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight 

Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not 

Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout 

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again 

Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again 

Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done 

Barely make it home with the morning sun 

Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit 

Oh, what a job this is 

Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man 

A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but 

They just don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man 

To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man 

We got a lot to deal with, family members 

We gotta always look out for baby momma nagging 

You know I'm saying kids need this and then again 

The public need that, we gotta make hot music 

'Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit 

But you know, it's all in a day's work 

What a job this is my nigga 

What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude? 

Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince 

Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007