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Rollin' up another swisha, to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet
Steadily rewindin', trying to make hot shit
Oh, what a job is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it
Barely it home with the morning sun
Baby thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, a job this is

Drankin' yet I'm thinking of rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad will come some other time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I what I do
music is something more different than the weed and the brew

That's why we mashin', we asking for nothing, we working for it
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't it, this is for
All the independents, a few labels
The big who still give niggas favors

On the and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever
is for all the engineers who smoke weed
Can't forget about the production and all the hidden fees

For another rhyme written, we spend time in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon
But all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you I'm

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat
Drankin' but we concentratin', another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to some hot shit
Oh, what a job is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it
Barely make it home the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other
Oh, what a job is

As easy as it to you, I make it look so easy
the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving
And a lot of folks, they stop and stare I'ma trickin' off
I roll another bleezy, puff it, it and shake it off

Move on to the phase and it's amazing
The next generation of rappers, big Dogg raising
Hmm, 15 years in the game
Still got the and fame, yeah, I'm doing my thang

Check this Devin, somebody said real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a
Stay open 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'

My rhymes like and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow mind
the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, another sweet and bob to the beat

Rollin' up another swisha, to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another again
Steadily rewindin', to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job is

Another all-nighter, to get it done
Barely make it home with the sun
Baby mother thinking you on some other shit
Oh, what a job is

We work nights, we some
Niggas gather their beat like a campfire
Singin' songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged for it

I know you're saying, they won't know won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your on the cob
And take a couple off it, that would be alright with you

Hell no, yeah,
But we just keep and it ain't to get no condo
And candy, Bentley, Fanny with no panties in
And that lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys

See we do it for that boy graduated
That you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby Kiki and she cryin'

Talkin' that they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in
Then they told me 'bout their first listenin' to my tunes
And how he liked her finger polish

I say, to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in raps? I don't see why not
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him 'bout

Rollin' up swisha, listenin' to the beat again
but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to some hot shit
Oh, what a job is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it
Barely make it with the morning sun
Baby thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, a job this is

Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real man
A lot of want to walk in these shoes but
They don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, you want to call it, man

We got a lot to deal with, members
We gotta always out for baby momma nagging
You know I'm kids need this and then again
The public need that, we gotta hot music
'Cause if it ain't hot it don't shit
But you know, it's all in a work

What a job this is my
crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Prince
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top