What A Job
André 3000 feat. Devin The Dude & Snoop Dogg Lyrics
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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
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
The song "What a Job" by Andre 3000 featuring Devin the Dude is an ode to the life of a rapper. The song mentions that although being a rapper may seem glamorous and easy to others, it is a difficult job that requires a lot of hard work and dedication. The artists talk about spending long nights working on music and barely making it home with the morning sun. They also mention the pressure of providing for family members and dealing with baby mammas. They express their love for making music and how it is more than just drugs and alcohol. The song ends with Andre 3000 saying that although it is a tough job, it is all worth it when fans express how much their music means to them.
Line by Line Meaning
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Preparing a marijuana joint, while listening to the instrumental of the song again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Drinking alcohol while staying focused, and smoking another marijuana joint
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
Continuously replaying the instrumental, aiming to create an exceptional piece of music
Oh, what a job this is
Expressing the realization and appreciation for the demanding nature of their profession
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Pulling an overnighter, striving to complete their work
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Returning home just as the sun is rising, after working through the night
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
The mother of their child suspecting them of engaging in questionable activities
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Despite consuming alcohol, their mind is preoccupied with crafting new lyrics
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other time
Smoking marijuana while wishing that any negative developments will be postponed
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
Driven by the desire to pursue their passion and be passionate about what they do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
Acknowledging that music has a distinct significance compared to marijuana and alcohol
That's why we mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it
Asserting their commitment to grind and achieve success through their own efforts
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
Promoting their music tirelessly, ensuring the people can't overlook it
All the independents, a few major labels
Showing appreciation to independent artists and a select few major record labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
Recognizing the big recording studios that offer opportunities and assistance to artists
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Referring to the process of mixing and mastering songs, involving intricacy and problem-solving
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever
Combining and perfecting the tracks on various mediums like tapes, CDs, and vinyl
This is for all the engineers who smoke weed
Dedicating the song to the engineers who work on their music and enjoy marijuana
Can't forget about the production cost and all the hidden fees
Acknowledging the financial implications of producing music, including hidden expenses
For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Emphasizing the dedication required to write and record new verses in the recording booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
Comparing the recording booth to a crowded and chaotic pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Despite any difficulties, recognizing that it's all part of their purpose and passion
Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm
Deciding to keep rapping and enjoying marijuana, as it's an integral part of their life
We work nights, we some vampires
Referring to their nocturnal working schedule, likening themselves to vampires
Niggas gather 'round their beat like a campfire
People come together around their music, akin to gathering around a campfire
Singin' folk songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
Creating music with substance, but not of an overtly optimistic or harmonious nature
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
Addressing the issue of their music being downloaded without payment, while they bear the financial burden
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Acknowledging the rationale of those who download without paying, thinking it won't negatively impact artists
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
Justifying their stance, asserting that they aren't thieves and wouldn't be compensated anyway
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
Highlighting the hypocrisy of those who download for free, by comparing it to taking something without permission
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be alright with you
Posing a rhetorical question, questioning if someone would be okay with having something taken from them
Hell no, yeah, exactamundo
Responding to the rhetorical question with a resounding rejection, emphasizing the point
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
Despite the challenges, they persist in making music, not solely to attain material possessions
And candy, Bentley, Fanny with no panties in Miami
Listing lavish and enticing luxuries that aren't the sole motivation for their work
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
Referring to a woman they escorted to the Grammy Awards, highlighting the perks of their profession
See we do it for that boy that graduated
Doing it for a fan who successfully finished their education, appreciating their support
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
Recalling a moment when a fan expressed deep gratitude and respect for their music
And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
A fan attributing their success or personal growth to a specific album released by the artist
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin'
Imagining a scenario where a fan and his partner, emotional and moved by their music, shed tears
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
Recalling fans who reminisce about getting intoxicated while listening to their music during their high school days
And they used to make love to me in college
Reflecting on fans who reveal that they were intimately involved with someone while their songs played in the background during their college years
Then they told me 'bout their first date listenin' to my tunes
Fans recounting how their music played a significant role on their initial romantic outing
And how he liked her finger nail polish
Revealing a seemingly minor detail about a fan's preferences, showcasing the impact they had on their lives
I say, hate to cut you off but I gotta go
Apologizing for interrupting, but explaining that they need to leave
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Expressing a desire for more conversation, but disclosing the necessity to go to the studio and work on new material
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Fans requesting to be mentioned in their songs, with the artist expressing willingness to fulfill their wish
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Acknowledging that Devin is the artist they are likely to reference and talk about
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
Reflecting on the challenging but fulfilling nature of their lives as musicians
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
Recognizing that many aspire to have a similar career but may not fully comprehend its demands
They just don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
Asserting that those outside the profession don't truly understand the difficulties and intensity they face
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
Acknowledging their primary creative roles as a rapper or MC, regardless of how they are referred to
We got a lot to deal with, family members
Addressing the challenges of balancing personal relationships with the demands of their profession
We gotta always look out for baby momma nagging
Highlighting the constant need to respond to the complaints and demands of their child's mother
You know I'm saying kids need this and then again
Acknowledging the responsibilities and financial needs associated with raising children
The public need that, we gotta make hot music
Recognizing the expectations of the fan base, and the necessity to consistently produce quality music
'Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit
Emphasizing the importance of creating music that is well-received and of high quality
But you know, it's all in a day's work
Accepting that the challenges encountered are simply part of the daily routine and professional responsibilities
What a job this is my nigga
Reflecting on the demanding and impactful nature of their profession
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Greeting Devin, with a playful and friendly approach
Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
Acknowledging Snoop Dogg, J Prince, and Jazz Prince, notable figures in the music industry
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007
Reinforcing the success and prominence of Rap-A-Lot Records in the year 2007
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., HEATSQUAD PUBLISHING
Written by: CHARLES B. HENDERSON, ANDRE BENJAMIN, CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS, DEVIN COPELAND
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