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