Yeah [x5]

(uh) (you nervous, now?)



Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs 

'bout Chevys and getting stoned 

meeting bitches in clubs and bringing 'em home 

cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flat screen on 

all around the world the same song

Cali bud strong, this that love fiends on

so high, that my neighbors thought I moved out

because your boy stay gone 

now tell me that I ain't got it, and then keep a straight face punk

create that, elevator music and stay true to it

while you still tryna get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid

you lost your legs to that cookie cutter 

the suits ain't letting you walk, how do that deal, muhfucka?

Potato chip, Lay'ed up, Frito

got a couple bitches coming through to blaze up, 

they know where I'm at, they know what I do, 

they know I'm real rap and I'm completely Un-You 

Hold on foo', Uh

And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink alotta water

Disgruntled Rapper Disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak-dissin'

yeah, wooty threw them slings but I caught 'em

be careful, talking hella trash

I'll get that compacted to a handful 

and pitch it back at you

take that monkey shit off, you embarassing us Cous' 

put the game back in perspective 

niggas disrespecting it

suckas ain't protectin' it

just complaining about the state, and under the pressure they break

turning into the very thing that they hate

rollin' up, let it burn slow, 

getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats



Audio Dope



And we could make crack like this

Practice? We talking 'bout practice? 

For what? I could do it in my sleep, homeboy

I ain't been out my bed since '93



Audio Dope



And we could make crack like this

Practice? We talking 'bout practice? 

For what? I could do it in my sleep homeboy 

I ain't been out my bed since '93



Audio Dope



And we could make crack like this



(un) (yeah yeah) JETS (yeah yeah yeah)