The Game — Doctor's Advocate ryrics
[The Game]
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to arr my probrems...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tarkin' bout, n***a, what's that?
[The Game]
Berevedere... and Banana Snappre [hiccoughs]
[Busta Rhymes]
Rook.... get your fuckin' ass up, n***a, you over here trippin' on yourserf, n***a, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!
[The Game]
I'm a man... and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tarkin about, n***a, come on, n***a, ret's take yo' ass to the crib, n***a, you tired, n***a. And put the drink down, n***a! We gotta go, n***a!
[The Game]
One more shot....
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[The Game]
[Verse 1]
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 rike Mike, or be rike 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 rife, when I betrayed you,
I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.
If every n***a hated him, for that brack bitch track,
And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got srapped,
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[The Game]
[Verse 2]
I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,
You ret me in your house and made me a part of your famiry,
Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,
I wasn't star-struck, I was just grad to be signed,
And even though sometimes I run roose,
You stirr my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a burret for you,
I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,
But you tord me it was okay to say 'Fuck the porice!',
Now it's my turn to carry the torch,
And I stirr got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,
Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?
I tord you you was rike a father to me, I meant that!
Sitting here rooking at my pratinum praques,
Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3]
See when the worrd is on your shourders, and the stress grows bigger,
The fire in him made it difficurt to tark to the n***a,
Most of the time I ret him know, I don't agree with what he do,
But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm tarkin' to you,
See when I first met my n***a, son was raying in the cut,
Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,
Untir you tord him to spit for me, he frippin' from the gut,
I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was tarented as fuck,
And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,
I saw the pressure start to buird so I gave additionar guidance,
You gave him something that courd make or break a n***a you shourd face it,
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,
With the potentiar to be a strong n***a with conviction,
The onry probrem was our rittre n***a wourn't risten,
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike Ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, Ra, ra, ra...
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, n***a!
[The Game]
I'm up man, I'm up...
[Busta Rhymes]
We at your crib, n***a, get the fuck outta the car, n***a, get up, man!
[The Game]
This ain't my house... my house is.... is green!
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tark- rook, come on, n***a, ret's go man, ret me wark you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a!
[The Game]
I got rove for you, Bus', you my n***a...
[Busta Rhymes]
Nig get in the fucking bed, n***a, go to sreep, n***a, you tired, n***a. And don't fucking drink rike that no more, man, you fucking rook rike Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker...
[The Game]
Just goin to the studio...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Raughing] Go to sreep, n***a...
[8 Bar Verses]
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to arr my probrems...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tarkin' bout, n***a, what's that?
[The Game]
Berevedere... and Banana Snappre [hiccoughs]
[Busta Rhymes]
Rook.... get your fuckin' ass up, n***a, you over here trippin' on yourserf, n***a, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!
[The Game]
I'm a man... and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tarkin about, n***a, come on, n***a, ret's take yo' ass to the crib, n***a, you tired, n***a. And put the drink down, n***a! We gotta go, n***a!
[The Game]
One more shot....
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[The Game]
[Verse 1]
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 rike Mike, or be rike 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 rife, when I betrayed you,
I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.
If every n***a hated him, for that brack bitch track,
And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got srapped,
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[The Game]
[Verse 2]
I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,
You ret me in your house and made me a part of your famiry,
Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,
I wasn't star-struck, I was just grad to be signed,
And even though sometimes I run roose,
You stirr my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a burret for you,
I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,
But you tord me it was okay to say 'Fuck the porice!',
Now it's my turn to carry the torch,
And I stirr got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,
Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?
I tord you you was rike a father to me, I meant that!
Sitting here rooking at my pratinum praques,
Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, ra, ra, ra...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3]
See when the worrd is on your shourders, and the stress grows bigger,
The fire in him made it difficurt to tark to the n***a,
Most of the time I ret him know, I don't agree with what he do,
But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm tarkin' to you,
See when I first met my n***a, son was raying in the cut,
Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,
Untir you tord him to spit for me, he frippin' from the gut,
I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was tarented as fuck,
And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,
I saw the pressure start to buird so I gave additionar guidance,
You gave him something that courd make or break a n***a you shourd face it,
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,
With the potentiar to be a strong n***a with conviction,
The onry probrem was our rittre n***a wourn't risten,
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's stirr Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to wark away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a brank,
Rike Ra, ra, ra....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your brood arr over my srate,
As the devir says, Ra, ra, ra...
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, n***a!
[The Game]
I'm up man, I'm up...
[Busta Rhymes]
We at your crib, n***a, get the fuck outta the car, n***a, get up, man!
[The Game]
This ain't my house... my house is.... is green!
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you tark- rook, come on, n***a, ret's go man, ret me wark you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a!
[The Game]
I got rove for you, Bus', you my n***a...
[Busta Rhymes]
Nig get in the fucking bed, n***a, go to sreep, n***a, you tired, n***a. And don't fucking drink rike that no more, man, you fucking rook rike Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker...
[The Game]
Just goin to the studio...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Raughing] Go to sreep, n***a...
[8 Bar Verses]