| Belevedere… and Banana Snapple
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| n***a, you get in the fuckin’car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!
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| a son…
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| n***a!
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| One more shot…
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| I didn’t mean to walk away,
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| But I hear every word they say,
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| I guess my mind just drew a blank,
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| Like la, la, la…
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| Now I’m sitting in this goddamn cage,
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| Reminiscing about my day,
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| Wit’your blood all over my slate,
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| As the devil says, la, la, la…
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| Dre, I didn’t mean to turn my back on you,
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| But I’m a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,
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| Remember, I’m from Compton too,
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| I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,
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| I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,
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| I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,
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| I made a choice, now it’s be Crip, or be Piru,
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| Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,
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| Never knew back then, I’d be friends with Snoop,
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| Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it’s in my roots,
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| So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,
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| I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.
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| If every n***a hated him, for that black bitch track,
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| And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,
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| When Doc say it’s a wrap, it’s a rap,
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| It’s still Aftermath, and ain’t nuttin’after that!
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| I didn’t mean to walk away,
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| But I hear every word they say,
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| I guess my mind just drew a blank,
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| Like la, la, la…
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| Now I’m sitting in this goddamn cage,
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| Reminiscing about my day,
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| Wit’your blood all over my slate,
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| As the devil says, la, la, la…
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| I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,
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| You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,
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| Now I’m eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,
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| I wasn’t star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,
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| And even though sometimes I run loose,
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| You still my homeboy, Doc, I’d take a bullet for you,
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| I’m not asking you to take my side in the beef,
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| But you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',
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| Now it’s my turn to carry the torch,
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| And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o’The Source,
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| Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?
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| I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!
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| Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,
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| Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
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| When Doc say it’s a wrap, it’s a rap,
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| It’s still Aftermath, and ain’t nuttin’after that!
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| I didn’t mean to walk away,
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| But I hear every word they say,
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| I guess my mind just drew a blank,
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| Like la, la, la…
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| Now I’m sitting in this goddamn cage,
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| Reminiscing about my day,
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| Wit’your blood all over my slate,
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| As the devil says, la, la, la…
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| See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,
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| The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n***a,
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| Most of the time I let him know, I don’t agree with what he do,
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| But he a hard-head, Dre, that’s why I’m talkin’to you,
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| See when I first met my n***a, son was laying in the cut,
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| Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,
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| Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin’from the gut,
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| I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,
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| And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,
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| I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,
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| You gave him something that could make or break a n***a you should face it,
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| So big I don’t even think he was ready to embrace it,
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| With the potential to be a strong n***a with conviction,
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| The only problem was our little n***a wouln’t listen,
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| But when Doc say it’s a wrap, it’s a rap,
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| It’s still Aftermath, and ain’t nuttin’after that!
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| I didn’t mean to walk away,
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| But I hear every word they say,
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| I guess my mind just drew a blank,
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| Like La, la, la…
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| Now I’m sitting in this goddamn cage,
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| Reminiscing about my day,
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| Wit’your blood all over my slate,
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| As the devil says, La, la, la…
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| Aiyo, Game… Aiyo Game! |
| Wake up, n***a!
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| I’m up man, I’m up…
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| We at your crib, n***a, get the fuck outta the car, n***a, get up, man!
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| This ain’t my house… my house is… is green!
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| n***a!
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| I got love for you, Bus', you my n***a…
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| you drunk motherfucker…
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| Just goin to the studio…
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| (Laughing) Go to sleep, n***a… |