letra de doctor's advocate - the game
[intro: game & busta rhymes]
(day after day, feel like i…)
g: yo bus, i think i got it..the answer to all my problems
b: f-ck you talkin’ about n-gga? wha-whats that?
g: belvedere and banana snapple
b: look, get your f-ckin’ -ss up n-gga
you over here trippin’ on yourself n-gga
get in the f-ckin’ car man, we gotta bounce man
g: i’m a man…and most of these n-ggas, they don’t know how to be a man. i got a son…
b: what the f-ck you talkin’ about n-gga?
come on n-gga, lets take yo’ -ss to the crib man, you tired n-gga
and put the drink down n-gga. we gotta go n-gga
g: 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 god d-mned cage
rreminiscin’ about my day with your blood all over my slate
as the devil sings la-la-la
[verse 1: 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 its 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 its in my roots
so i owe you my life, when i betrayed you
i tried to think of what the f-ck, eminem might do
if every n-gga hated him, for the black b-tch track
and n-ggas stopped bumpin’ dre after dee barnes got slapped
when doc say its a wrap, its a wrap
its 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 god d-mned cage
rreminiscin’ about my day with your blood all over my slate
as the devil sings la-la-la
[verse 2: 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 f-ck the police
now its 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 f-ck am i without a doctor dre track
when doc say its a wrap, its a wrap
its 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 god d-mned cage
rreminiscin’ 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 shoulder and the stress grows bigger
the fire in ’em, made it difficult to talk to the n-gga
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 n-gga, son was layin’ in the cut
type reserved, homie was quite 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 f-ck
as 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 n-gga, you should face it
so big, i don’t even think he was ready to embrace it
with the potential to be a strong n-gga with conviction
the only problem was our little n-gga wouldn’t listen
but when doc say its a wrap, it’s a wrap
its 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 god d-mned cage
rreminiscin’ about my day with your blood all over my slate
as the devil sings la-la-la
[outro: game & busta rhymes]
b: aiyo, game! aiyo game! wake up, n-gga!
g: i’m up man, i’m up
b: we at your crib, n-gga, get the f-ck out the car n-gga, get up, man!
g: this ain’t my house… my house is.. is green..
b: the f-ck you talk- look, come on, n-gga, let’s go man
let me walk you up to the.. come on…
b: n-gga where the keys at, n-gga we need to open your door n-gga!
g: i got love for you, bus’, you my n-gga
b: n-gga get in the f-ckin’ bed n-gga, go to sleep n-gga you tired n-gga and don’t f-cking drink like that no more, man
you f-ckin’ look like ned the wino, you drunk motherf-cker
g: just goin’ to the studio
b: go to sleep, n-gga
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