What a Job-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 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 [Devin the Dude:] 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 But it's all for the cause [vocal scratch] so I'm Gonna continue to MC and smoke w**d, you know I'm [chorus] [Snoop Dogg:] 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 Im'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 Dogg 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'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 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'ma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat [chorus] [Andre 3000:] 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 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'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9 And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout 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 [chorus] [Snoop Dogg:] 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 Imsaying 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