What A Job
Devin feat Snoop Dogg and Andre 3000 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 Devin feat Snoop Dogg and Andre 3000 is an ode to the struggles of being a rapper and the hard work that goes into creating music. The lyrics describe the process of creating music, staying up all night to work on tracks, and constantly striving to make "hot shit." The artists also acknowledge the difficulties of their job, dealing with family members, baby mothers, and the public's constant demand for new music. However, they also express their love for their craft and the satisfaction they feel from creating something meaningful.
The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the lyrics. The artists are "Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again / Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again" while trying to create something great. The song emphasizes the hard work and long hours that go into being a successful rapper, but also highlights the love and passion that drive these artists to keep going.
The artists also touch on the challenges of being a rapper, including dealing with family members and baby mothers who may not understand or appreciate the work they are doing. They also address the issue of piracy and the impact it has on their livelihoods. Despite all of these challenges, the artists remain committed to their craft and dedicated to creating "real spit" that speaks to their experiences and resonates with their fans.
Line by Line Meaning
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Preparing a joint, while vibing to the music once more
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Drinking but staying focused, lighting another joint
Steadily rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
Continuously replaying, striving to create amazing music
Oh, what a job this is
Reflecting on the challenging and rewarding nature of this profession
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Pulling another late-nighter, working tirelessly to complete tasks
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Just managing to return home as the sun rises
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
Significant other assuming you're involved in questionable activities
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Drinking while constantly brainstorming new lyrics
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other time
Smoking and praying for negative happenings to be postponed
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
Because I'm pursuing my passion and genuinely enjoying my craft
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
Music holds a deeper meaning than just substances like drugs and alcohol
That's why we mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it
That's why we're grinding and hustling without relying on handouts
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
Promoting and selling our music to captivate listeners, this is dedicated to
All the independents, a few major labels
All the independent artists and a select few major record labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
The prestigious studios that still support and assist artists
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Working on the mixing and mastering process, carefully piecing together
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever
Creating the final version of the songs on various formats
This is for all the engineers who smoke weed
This is dedicated to the engineers who enjoy smoking cannabis
Can't forget about the production cost and all the hidden fees
Acknowledging the expenses and hidden charges associated with production
For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Devoting time to crafting new lyrics and delivering them in the recording booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
At times, the working environment resembles a crowded and chaotic pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
However, it's all part of the mission, so I continue
Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm
Persisting with my craft as an MC while enjoying marijuana
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
Although it may appear effortless to you, I effortlessly make it look easy
With the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving
Through my music, I'm leaving a significant impact and impression
And a lot of folks, they stop and stare thinking I'ma trickin' off
Many individuals observe me, assuming I'm wasting money recklessly
I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off
I roll another blunt, smoke it, pass it around, and dismiss their judgments
Move on to the next phase and it's amazing
Transitioning to the next stage, and it's truly remarkable
The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising
Supporting and nurturing the upcoming wave of rappers
Hmm, that's 15 years in the game
Hmm, that's 15 years of experience in the music industry
Still got the fortune and fame, yeah, I'm doing my thang
Still retaining wealth and popularity, yes, I'm pursuing my own path
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
Listen up, Devin, someone claimed that genuine gangsters enter heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
Therefore, I'll continue preaching the truth to these foolish individuals
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Remaining accessible like a 24/7 convenience store, providing the hottest music
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
Come by and grab a drink, I'll be serving it
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
My verses hold value, comparable to nickels and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
Connect and listen, allow me to impress you deeply
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
We're the leading force in the industry, influential and determined to attain
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat
Achieving what's necessary, rolling another joint, and grooving to the rhythm
We work nights, we some vampires
We work during the night, we're like vampires
Niggas gather 'round their beat like a campfire
Artists come together around their music, like a campfire gathering
Singin' folk songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
Creating songs with deep meaning, but not in a cliché and superficial way
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
You download it without paying, but we bear the consequences
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
I understand your perspective, thinking no one will notice or care
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
Furthermore, I'm not a thief, so they won't come offering compensation
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
So, if I visit your workplace and take your lunch
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be alright with you
And remove a few kernels, you wouldn't mind, right?
Hell no, yeah, exactamundo
Absolutely not, yeah, exactly
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
Nevertheless, we persist in recording, not solely for material possessions
And candy, Bentley, Fanny with no panties in Miami
And luxurious items, expensive cars, enjoying parties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
And that attractive girl named Tammy who accompanied you to the Grammys
See we do it for that boy that graduated
We do it for that young man who graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
That looked you directly in the eyes, displaying gratitude and respect
And that he wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
Stating he wouldn't have succeeded without your ninth album
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin'
And he's standing beside his child's mother Kiki, who's in tears
Talkin' 'bout that they used to get high to me in high school
Recalling how they used to get high while listening to my music in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
And they used to make love while playing my songs in college
Then they told me 'bout their first date listenin' to my tunes
They shared their experience of having their first date while listening to my music
And how he liked her finger nail polish
And how he admired her nail polish
I say, hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I apologize for interrupting, but I must depart
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
I wish you could share more, but I need to head to the studio to write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Hey, can you mention us in your songs? I don't see any reason not to
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Devin is the person whose name you'll likely hear me mentioning
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
Yes, this life we live, what a job it is, speaking the truth, my friend
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
Many people aspire to experience what we go through, but
They just don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
They simply don't comprehend, my friend, it's an incredibly challenging profession
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
To be a rapper, an MC, or whatever you prefer to label it, my friend
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We have numerous responsibilities, including family matters
We gotta always look out for baby momma nagging
We must constantly handle the nagging of our child's mother
You know I'm saying kids need this and then again
You understand what I'm saying, children require certain things, and furthermore
The public need that, we gotta make hot music
The public demands our music, so we have to consistently create quality tracks
'Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit
Because if it isn't exceptional, it holds no significance
But you know, it's all in a day's work
But, you know, it's all part of our daily work routine
What a job this is my nigga
Indeed, my friend, what an incredible job we have
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
What's happening, Devin, my friend and colleague?
Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
Snoop Dogg, J Prince, Jazz Prince, notable figures in the industry
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007
Yes, Rap-A-Lot maintains its dominant position in 2007
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Written by: CHARLES B. HENDERSON, ANDRE BENJAMIN, CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS, DEVIN COPELAND
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Solar Panel
seriously one of the only songs in existence where literally every single verse went just as hard as the other but brought its own vibe to the table. truly a masterpiece right here
Let's Talk Podcast
Agreed
Rachel Campbell
Agreed ✊
Beamen Givhan
Facts!
Patrick America
Well put
Joseph Pembroke
very true. most crew songs dont have all flawless verses.
TheTriangle444
Devin the Dude is unanimously the most underrated rapper of all time
MichaelC
Heard!
KurtKobane
Definitely one the greatest! Other raps know tho that's why he dam near has done shit with almost anyone and everyone in the game!
9of0NE
I don't think 14 million views is underrated, I guess the correct word would be "talented"