The Game feat. Busta Rhymes - Doctor's Advocate Lyrics

Lyrics Doctor's Advocate - The Game feat. Busta Rhymes



One more shot...
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 sitting in this goddamn cage
Reminiscing about my day
Wit' your blood all over my slate
As the devil says, la, la, la...
Dre, I didn'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 wearing Khaki suits
I was 12, smoking 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 banging Gin and Juice
Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop
Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz 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 na hated him, for that black bitch track
And nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
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 sitting in this goddamn cage
Reminiscing about my day
Wit' your blood all over my slate
As the devil says, la, la, la...
I never said thank you, and I took it for granted
You let me in your house and made me a part of your family
Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes
I wasn't star-struck, 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 asking 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 o' 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!
Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques
Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
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 sitting in this goddamn cage
Reminiscing about my day
Wit' your blood all over my slate
As the devil says, la, la, la...
See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger
The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na
Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do
But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you
See when I first met my na, son was laying 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 time went on, and he was working with the finest
I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance
You gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it
With the potential to be a strong na with conviction
The only problem was our little na wouln't listen
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
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 sitting in this goddamn cage
Reminiscing about my day
Wit' your blood all over my slate
As the devil says, La, la, la...
Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!
I'm up man, I'm up...
We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!
This ain't my house... my house is... is green!
The fuck you talk- look, come on, na, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... na where the keys at, na we need to open your door, na!
I got love for you, Bus', you my na...
Nig get in the fucking bed, na, go to sleep, na, you tired, na. And don't fucking drink like that no more, man, you fucking look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker...
Just goin to the studio...
Go to sleep, na...



Writer(s): Taylor Jayceon Terrell, Smith Trevor, Rotem Jonathan Reuven, Christian Samuel Clothier, Goldsmith D, Young C


The Game feat. Busta Rhymes - Doctor's Advocate
Album Doctor's Advocate
date of release
14-11-2006



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