What a Job

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