What a Job?

[Chorus]

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again

Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again

Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit

Oh, what a job this is

Another all nighter trying 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

[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]

Dranking yet I'm thinking of another rhyme

Smoking, 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 more different than the weed and the brew

That's why we mashing 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 mixing and mastering

Puzzling and plastering the tracks together

On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever

This is for all the engineers who smoke weed

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

For another rhyme written, we spend time spitting in the booth

Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop

But it's all for the cause

So I'm gonna continue to MC and smoke weed

You know I'm...

[Chorus]

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again

Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again

Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit

Oh, what a job this is

Another all nighter trying 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

[Verse 2: 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 I'ma 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 'em

That's fifteen 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'mma keep spitting 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 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'mma get

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

[Chorus]

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again

Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again

Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit

Oh, what a job this is

Another all nighter trying 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 (Woo!)

[Verse 3: André 3000]

We work nights, we some vampires

Niggas gather 'round the beat like a campfire

Singing 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 say "'preciate it"

And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine

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

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 liked her fingernail 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–

[Chorus]

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again

Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again

Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit

Oh, what a job this is

Another all nighter trying 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

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]

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

A lot of folks wanna 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 namsayin', 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-lacking, Devin the Dizzude?

Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jas Prince

Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top, 2007

What a job this is