Doctor’s Advocate

Lyrics

[Intro: The Game & Busta Rhymes] Day after day, feel like I… Yo Bus, I think I got it, the answer to all my problems Fuck you talkin' about nigga? Wha–What's that? Belvedere, and Banana Snapple Look, get your fuckin' ass up nigga You over here trippin' on yourself nigga Get in the fuckin' car man, we gotta bounce man I'm a man, and most of these niggas They don't know how to be a man, I got a son What the fuck you talkin' about nigga? Come on nigga Let's take yo' ass to the crib man, you tired nigga And put the drink down nigga, we gotta go nigga One more shot [Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank Like, "La-la-la" Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage Reminiscin' about my day With your blood all over my slate As the devil sings, "La-la-la [Verse 1: The Game] Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do what he gotta do Remember, I'm from Compton too I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearin' Khaki suits I was 12 smokin' chronic, in '92 I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you I made a choice, now it's be Crip or be Piru Whatever I was, I was bangin' Gin & Juice Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you I tried to think of what the fuck Eminem might do If every nigga hated him, for that Black Bitch track And niggas stopped bumpin' Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped When Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothing after that [Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank Like, "La-la-la" Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage Reminiscin' about my day With your blood all over my slate As the devil sings, "La-la-la [Verse 2: The Game] I never said "Thank you", and I took for granted, You let me in your house and made me a part of your family Now I'm eatin' with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes I wasn't starstruck, I was just glad to be signed And even though sometimes I run loose You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you I'm not askin' you to take my side in the beef But you told me it was okay to say "Fuck The Police", Now it's my turn to carry the torch And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The Source, Remember when we got drunk, to do Start From Scratch? I told you, "You was like a father to me", I meant that Sittin' here lookin' at my platinum plaques Thinkin' what the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track? When Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothin' after that [Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank Like, "La-la-la" Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage Reminiscin' about my day With your blood all over my slate As the devil sings, "La-la-la [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See when the world is on your shoulders and the stress grows bigger The fire in him, made it difficult to talk to the nigga Most of the time I let 'em know, I don't agree with what he do But he a hardhead, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you See when I first met my nigga, son was layin' in the cut Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck And as the time went on, now he was workin' with the finest I saw the pressure started to build so I gave additional guidance You gave him something that can make or break a nigga, you should face it So big, I don't even think he was ready to embrace it With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction The only problem was our lil nigga wouldn't listen But when Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap It's still Aftermath and ain't nothing after that [Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank Like, "La-la-la" Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage Reminiscin' about my day With your blood all over my slate As the devil sings, "La-la-la [Outro: Busta Rhymes & The Game] Aiyyo, Game! (Huh?) Yo Game! Wake up nigga! (I'm up man, I'm up) We at your crib, nigga Get the fuck out the car nigga, get up, man! This ain't my house, my house is, is green What the fuck you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man Let me walk you up to the, come on (Alright, I'm up, Bus) Nigga where the keys at? Nigga we need to open your door nigga! I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga Nigga get in the fuckin' bed nigga, go to sleep nigga You tired nigga, and don't fucking drink like that no more, man You fuckin' look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker Just goin' to the studio Hehehe, go to sleep, nigga