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 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
writibng up another paper feeling stressed out, so im pullin out the sess its the best when im stressed, and im blessed to roll up, fuck being ggrown up i aint want to write this past due paper
Smokin on this reefa hopin it ease some pain, hopin time will cause bro im stuck up in the rain, hopin to see some sunny days, cause clouds are lookin grey, im searchin for them better days so nowerdays i pray.
Dude did u make this shit? Not a bad remake at all, sounds almost identical, apart from the classic voice sample which is needed but missing, it still sounds fuckin great
Smokin on this sticky got me feelin alright Hope to see some light through this tunnel of darkness spark this, we are all marvelous even through this hardship we remain at the top of the list nothing can stop this.
uh, sitting in my room smoking residue. and I think my rent is due. but I wanna ball like a laker. tired of smokin paper wanna spend it. Yeah something like de'angelo, ice in my veins I'm as cold as snow. but I ain't tryna steal the show. just out to get my hustle on, never knowing what is wrong. cause my eyes are always low. u get too close you'll catch my cold. and that's forever smoking bowls and playing bawl
I do this all time I don't even have to try Super sly super high super saucy super fly Don't ask who why or when Just let me know when to begin Spit a sick verse in every sentence Not even to mention all these bitches i been gettin Born in this winner circle get in the circle know we puffin purple Got you movin at a slow pace thats turtles Eatin up nerds for munchies not talkin erkles Trying to write something sick and then it comes to mind another rhyme
against us blunt tokin fast smokin lover of the green) **** You gotta ya'mean i throw that bammer green if i seen it; get it outta the scene, i dont like haters, they dont know what i mean , i speak a differnet language UnderstAND all i speak is C..R.ea.m . im a non beliver in non believers.. i feel we all should be treated with respect u gotta earn 2 get respect who got time 4 that/ a single mother doin my best no retrogress. anticipation for my son to be impressed
Choose to lose but I can confuse the fuse I use to introduce my Devin the dude type of flow it's so nat-Uralllll I'm smoking this weed that came straight from the gates of hell well I know i ain't got no job so I'm going to get faded I'm happy coasting and soon will make it I break it down then roll it up you know my tucks got tucks I got about only 30 bucks in my bank account I got that weed forsurely (no doubt) they scream and shout but I'm just out of my minds state that must mean I'm walking with God while dealing with fate that's a lot of weight on my shoulders I need to relax so I can't stay sober I'm moving over any position of bitching haters will hate but I will stay rolling my papers with that weight look at what I create I got them hooked in like bait
nah he made the instrumental from scratch man no doubt bout it it isnt an original beat but he sure as hell re made it- props
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
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
Thanks for posting the lyrics, babe. 😘
He left the vocals out so someone could try and murder the beat....pure.
But Devin the dude will always be the best...
It needs the sample voice in the backround 😩
thats the only thing i was lookin for
@@larryhoover2541 it's in the acapella version
I honestly could listen to this instrumental all fucking day
Me too. I could hear Anthony Hamilton and Rheem Devaugh on a remix to this
We need a Funk Doc & Devin the Dude collaboration !
Such a good track 🔥
writibng up another paper feeling stressed out, so im pullin out the sess its the best when im stressed, and im blessed to roll up, fuck being ggrown up i aint want to write this past due paper
Smokin on this reefa hopin it ease some pain, hopin time will cause bro im stuck up in the rain, hopin to see some sunny days, cause clouds are lookin grey, im searchin for them better days so nowerdays i pray.
Dude did u make this shit? Not a bad remake at all, sounds almost identical, apart from the classic voice sample which is needed but missing, it still sounds fuckin great
🔥
Smokin on this sticky got me feelin alright
Hope to see some light through this tunnel of darkness spark this, we are all marvelous even through this hardship we remain at the top of the list nothing can stop this.
Making a love song out of this
2019, trip..
Good job!
This shit is awesome! Did you make this? is it okey if i use this?
John Cook I gotcha bro
dope!
yea i made it and yea man use it free music
If you really made this beat. I would like to buy it from you. Call me at 31777923600 or pay you for advertisement
Broooo thank you 🙏
its missin one sound but the rest is on point
Okay so I'm not the only one who noticed
Guitar chords???
Baaaadaaaaass, can you send me the mp3 of this?
uh,
sitting in my room smoking residue.
and I think my rent is due.
but I wanna ball like a laker.
tired of smokin paper wanna spend it.
Yeah something like de'angelo, ice in my veins I'm as cold as snow.
but I ain't tryna steal the show. just out to get my hustle on, never knowing what is wrong.
cause my eyes are always low.
u get too close you'll catch my cold. and that's forever smoking bowls and playing bawl
Dude Johnson ft boss on tha track (that's yo bitch)
I do this all time I don't even have to try
Super sly super high super saucy super fly
Don't ask who why or when Just let me know when to begin
Spit a sick verse in every sentence Not even to mention
all these bitches i been gettin
Born in this winner circle get in the circle know we puffin purple
Got you movin at a slow pace thats turtles
Eatin up nerds for munchies not talkin erkles
Trying to write something sick and then it comes to mind another rhyme
against us blunt tokin fast smokin lover of the green) **** You gotta ya'mean i throw that bammer green if i seen it; get it outta the scene, i dont like haters, they dont know what i mean , i speak a differnet language UnderstAND all i speak is C..R.ea.m . im a non beliver in non believers.. i feel we all should be treated with respect u gotta earn 2 get respect who got time 4 that/ a single mother doin my best no retrogress. anticipation for my son to be impressed
Choose to lose but I can confuse the fuse I use to introduce my Devin the dude type of flow it's so nat-Uralllll I'm smoking this weed that came straight from the gates of hell well I know i ain't got no job so I'm going to get faded I'm happy coasting and soon will make it I break it down then roll it up you know my tucks got tucks I got about only 30 bucks in my bank account I got that weed forsurely (no doubt) they scream and shout but I'm just out of my minds state that must mean I'm walking with God while dealing with fate that's a lot of weight on my shoulders I need to relax so I can't stay sober I'm moving over any position of bitching haters will hate but I will stay rolling my papers with that weight look at what I create I got them hooked in like bait
wtf your trippin..