What a Job (Explicit)

What a Job (Explicit) - Devin the Dude

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

Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again

Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot sh*t

Oh what a job this is

Another another all nighter tryin' to get it done

Barely make it home with the morning sun

Baby mother thinking that you on some other sh*t

Oh what a job this is

Drankin' 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 love I love what I do

This music is something mo' different than the w**d and the brew

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

Push it peddle 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 CDs wax or whatever

This is for all the engineers who smoke w**d

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

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

Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop

What is all for the coat

Yeah and so what

Gonna continue to MC and smoke w**d

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

Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again

Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot sh*t

Oh what a job this is

Another another all nighter tryin' to get it done

Barely make it home with the morning sun

Baby mother thinking that you on some other sh*t

Oh what a job this is

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

With the music I be making the impression I be leaving

A lot of folks they stop and stare thinking I'm a trick it 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 Dog raising

Mmm 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'm a keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend stay open

Like 7-11 that's 24/7

When you need some hot sh*t stop by and get you a beverage I'm serving

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'm a get

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

To the beat to the beat 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 sh*t

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 sh*t

Oh what a job this is

We work nights we some vampires

Niggas We work nights we some vampires

We we work nights we some vampires

Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire

Singin' folk songs but not no Kumbaya my Lord

You download it for free we get charged back for it

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 boi that graduated

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

And that he wouldn't 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 they first date listenin' to my tunes

And how he like to 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 it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout

It's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout

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

Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again

Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot sh*t

Oh what a job this is

Another all nighter tryin' to get it done

Barely barely make it home with the morning sun

Thinking thinking baby mother that you on some other sh*t

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

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 knowImsaying 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 sh*t

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

What a job this is my ni**a

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

Snoop D-O dub J Prince Jazz Prince

Yeah Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007