What a Job

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drinkin', but we're concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewinding, tryin' 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 thinkin' that you're on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is

Drinkin', yet I'm thinkin' of another rhyme
Smokin', hopin' that some bad news will come some other time
'Cause I'm tryin' to do what I love, I love what I do
This music is somethin' more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we mashin', we ain't askin' for nothin', we workin' 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 masterin', puzzlin' and plasterin'
The tracks together, on tapes, CDs, 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, and so I'm gonna continue to MC and smoke weed
You know I'm...

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drinkin', but we're concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewinding, tryin' 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 thinkin' that you're 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 be makin', the impression I be leavin'
A lot of folks, they stop and stare, thinkin' 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 amazin'
The next generation of rappers, Big Snoop Dogg raisin' 'em
Hmm, that's fifteen years in the game
Still got the fortune and fame, yeah, I'm doin' my thang
Check this, Devin, somebody said that real G's go to Heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
Stay open like 7-Eleven, 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 bop to the beat

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drinkin', but we're concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewinding, tryin' 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 thinkin' that you're on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is

Woo! 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 sayin', "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 recordin' 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 look you in your eyes real tough and say, "Appreciate it"
And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine
And he's standin' with his baby mama Kiki and she cryin'
Talmbout 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 more, 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
Drinkin', but we're concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewinding, tryin' 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 thinkin' that you're on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
[Outro: Snoop Dogg & (Devin the Dude)
Yeah, this life we live (Yeah)
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 wanna call it, man
We got a lot to deal with
Family members we gotta always look out for
Baby mama naggin', you know what I'm sayin'?
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) What a job this is, my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin', Devin the Dizzoo?
Snoop D-O-dub, J. Prince, Jas Prince
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot, still on top, 2007
(What a job this is)