Devin The Dude, André 3000, Snoop Dogg - What a Job lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Devin The Dude, André 3000, Snoop Dogg - What a Job lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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)
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–
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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–
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
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