Busta Rhymes, The Game - Doctor's Advocate lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, The Game - Doctor's Advocate lyrics]
Yo Bus
I think I got.... the answer
To all my problems
The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?
Look.... get your fuckin' ass up, na
You over here trippin' on yourself
Na, you get in the fuckin'
Car, man, we gotta bounce
Nig!
I'm a man... and most of these nas
They don't know how to be a
Man... I got a son
The fuck you talkin about, na, come on, na
Let's take yo' ass to the
Crib, na, you tired, na. And put the
Drink down, na! We gotta go
Na!
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 suit's
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
I think I got.... the answer
To all my problems
The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?
Look.... get your fuckin' ass up, na
You over here trippin' on yourself
Na, you get in the fuckin'
Car, man, we gotta bounce
Nig!
I'm a man... and most of these nas
They don't know how to be a
Man... I got a son
The fuck you talkin about, na, come on, na
Let's take yo' ass to the
Crib, na, you tired, na. And put the
Drink down, na! We gotta go
Na!
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 suit's
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
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