What a Job Chords by Devin The Dude

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Rolling up [Eb] another swizzle, listening to the beat again,
[F] Drinking but we're [Gm] concentrating, smoking another sweet again,
Steadily [Eb] rewinding, trying to make some hot shit,
Oh [Dm] what a job [Gm] this is, Another all [Eb] nighter, trying to get it done,
[G] Barely making [Gm] home with the morning sun, Baby mother thinking [Eb] that you're on some other
shit, Oh [Dm] what a job [Gm] this is,
Drinking yet I'm [Eb] thinking of another rhyme, Smoking hoping [Gm] that some bad news will come
some other time, Cause I'm trying to do what I [Eb] love,
I love what I do, This music [Dm] is something more [Gm] different than
the weed and the brew, That's why we mash it,
We ain't [Cm] asking for nothing, We working [G] for it,
Push it, peddle it, To [Gm] the people they can't ignore it,
This is for all the [Eb] independents, A few major labels,
[F] The big [Gm] studios who still give niggas favors on the mixing and [Cm] mastering,
Puzzling and [Bb] clustering the tracks together, On tape, CDs, wax or whatever,
This is for [Eb] all the engineers who smoke [G] weed, Can't forget about the [Gm] production cost and
all the hidden fees for another rhyme [Eb] written, We spend time [Dm] spitting in the pool,
[Gm] Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop, But it's all for the [Eb] cause,
So I'm [Dm] gonna continue [Gm] to MC and smoke weed, You know I'm rolling up [Eb] another's whistle,
Listening to the beat again, [F] Drinking but we're [Gm] concentrating,
Smoking others weed again, Steadily [Eb] rewinding, trying to make some hot shit,
Oh [Dm] what a job [Gm] this is, Another all [Eb] nighter trying to get it done,
[G] Barely making [Gm] home with the morning sun, Baby mother thinking [Cm] that you own some other
shit, [Bb] Oh what a job [Gm] this is,
As easy as it [Cm] looks to you, I make it look so [Dm] easy,
With the music I be [Gm] making the impression I be leaving,
A lot of folks they stop [Eb] and stare, Thinking I'ma trick it all,
I'm [D] rolling up the [Gm] bleezy, Puff it, pass it and shake it all,
Move on to the [Eb] next phase and it's amazing, The next [G] generation of [Gm] rappers, big Snoop
Dogg raising, [Cm] That's 15 years in the game,
Still got the [F] fortune and fame, [Gm] Yeah I'm doing my thing,
Check this Devin, Somebody [Cm] said that real G's go to heaven,
So I'ma [F] keep spitting the [Gm] truth, On these foods like a reference,
They open like 7 [Cm]-11, That's 24-7,
When you [G] need some hot shit, [Gm] Stop by and get you a beverage,
I'm serving my [Cm] rhymes like nickels and [F] dimes, Plug it in, let it [Gm] play and let me blow your
mind, It's the dominant, [Eb] conglomerate, prominent,
And I'ma get what I [Dm] gotta get, [Gm] Twist another sweet and pop to the beat,
Rolling up [Eb] another swizzle, Listening to the beat again,
[F] Drinking but we're [Gm] concentrating, Smoking others weed again,
Steadily [Eb] rewinding, trying to make some hot shit,
Oh [Dm] what a job [Gm] this is, Another all [Eb] nighter, trying to get it done,
[Bb] Barely making [Gm] home with the morning sun, Baby mother thinking [Eb] that you own some other
shit, Oh [Dm] what a job [Gm] this is,
We work [Eb] nights, we some vampires, Niggas [D] gather round the [Gm] beat like a campfire,
Singing folk songs, [Cm] but not no kumbaya, [Bb] My lord, you download [Gm] it for free,
We get charged back for it, I know you're [Eb] saying,
They won't know, they won't miss it, Besides [Gm] I ain't a thief,
They won't pay me a visit, So if I come to your [Cm] yard,
Take your corn on the [Gm] cob, And take a couple kernels off it,
That would be alright with you, [Eb] Yeah, exacto [Dm] mundo,
But we just keep [Gm] recording, And it ain't to get no condo,
And candy Bentley [Cm] Fannie, With no panties in [G] Miami,
And that cute little chick named [Gm] Tammy, That you took to the Grammys,
To do it for that [Cm] boy that graduated, That looked you in your [F] eyes,
Real [Gm] tough and said, Appreciate it, And that he wouldn't have made it,
If it [Eb] wasn't for your CD number [Bb] 9, And he's standing with his [Gm] baby mama,
Kiki, And she crying,
Talking about that they used to [Cm] get high to me in high school,
[Dm] And they used to [Gm] make love to me in college, Then they told me about their [Eb] first date,
Listening to [Bb] my tunes and high speed, Like a fingernail polish,
I say, Hey, to cut you [Eb] off, But I gotta go,
I [F] wish you could tell me more, But I'm [Gm] off to the studio,
Gotta write tonight, Hey, can you [Cm] put us in your raps,
I don't [Bb] see why not, Devin is the [Gm] dude, You can probably hear him talking bout,
Rolling up [Cm] another swizzle, Listening to the beat again,
[Dm] Drinking but we're [Gm] concentrating, Smoking another sweet again,
Steadily [Eb] rewinding, Trying to make some hot shit,
Oh, [G] what a job [Gm] this is, Another all [Eb] nighter,
Trying to get it done, [Bb] Barely making home at the [Gm] morning sun,
Baby mother thinking [Cm] that you're on some other shit,
[Gm] Oh, what a job this is,
Yeah, [Cm] this life we live, [D] [Gm] What a job this is,
Real spit man, [Eb] A lot of folks wanna walk in these shoes,
[D] But they just [Gm] don't know man, It's a hell of a job man,
To be a [Eb] rapper, MC, Whatever you wanna call it [F] man,
[Gm] We got a lot to deal with, Family members we gotta [Eb] always look out for,
Baby mama [Bb] nagging, [Gm] You know what I'm saying, Kids need this,
And then [Cm] again, The public need that, We gotta make hot shit,
[F] Cause [Gm] if it ain't hot, It don't mean shit,
But [Eb] you know, It's all in a day's work,
[F] _ [Gm] What a job this is,
What's [Eb] crackin' like in Devon and Dizzle, [D] Snoop D-O [Gm]-Dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince,
Yeah, [Eb] rap a lot, Still on top, 2007
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