So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
Oh, what a job this is
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
Stay open like 7/11 as 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
I say, “Hate to cut you off but I gotta go
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
See we do it for that boy that graduated
Oh, what a job this is
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm
Move on to the next phase and it's amazing
Oh, what a job this is
And how he liked her finger, nail polish
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, CDs, wax or whatever
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
The public need that, we gotta make hot music
With the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving
You know I'm saying kids need this and then again
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
And they used to make love to me in college
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
And candy, Bentley, Fanny with no panties in Miami
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
'Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
Baby, mother thinking that you on some other shit
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other time
The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising
Oh, what a job this is
What a job this is my nigga
Baby, mother thinking that you on some other shit
Can't forget about the production cost and all the hidden fees
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
All the independents, a few major labels
Baby, mother thinking that you on some other shit
Niggas gather 'round their beat like a campfire
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Then they told me 'bout their first date listenin' to my tunes
We got a lot to deal with family members
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
Baby, mother thinking that you on some other shit
Hmm, that's 15 years in the game
Still got the fortune and fame, yeah, I'm doing my thang
Oh, what a job this is
Oh, what a job this is
Barely make it home with the morning sun
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be alright with you
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
“Hey, can you put us in your raps?” I don't see why not
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Singin' folk songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
This is for all the engineers who smoke weed
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin'
The big studios who still give niggas favors
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
We work nights, we some vampires
We gotta always look out for baby momma nagging
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Oh, what a job this is
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight”
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
As easy, guess it looks to you, I make it look so easy
But you know, it's all in a day's work
That's why we mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it
They just don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
Hell no, yeah, exactamundo
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
