Audio Dope

[Verse] Aw naw, here your man go With his same old songs 'bout Chevys and getting stoned Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing them home Cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flatscreen on All around the world the same song Cali bud strong, it's that love Faizon 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 Musik and stay true to it While you still trying to get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid You lost your legs to that cookie cutter The suits ain't letting you walk outta that deal, muhfucka Potato chips, laid up, Frito, raise up 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, fool And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink a lot of water Disgruntled rapper disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak dissing Yeah, would've threw them slangs 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 embarrassing us, cuz Put the game back in perspective Niggas disrespecting it, suckas ain't protecting it Just complaining about the state And under the pressure they break Turning into the very thing that they hate Roll up, let it burn slow Getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats [Hook x2] Audio dope, and we can make crack like this Practice, we talking 'bout practice? For what? I can do it in my sleep Homeboy, I ain't been out my bed since '93 Audio dope, and we can make crack like this