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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 SongtexteAnd 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) Aus Songtexte Mania