[{"id":1031504,"name":"Doctor's Advocate","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99] One more shot...\n[00:38.85] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31] But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71] Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03] But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78] Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55] I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14] I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90] I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59] I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23] Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98] Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65] Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32] So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91] I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62] If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39] And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91] But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30] Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76] Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98] I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62] You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35] Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16] I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81] And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55] You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25] I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94] But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68] Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34] And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00] Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62] I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34] Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08] Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68] But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05] Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42] Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36] The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12] Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82] But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53] See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21] Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97] Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62] I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33] And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93] I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68] You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35] So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09] With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74] The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39] But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48] But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73] Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16] Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51] As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14] Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":19537306,"name":"Doctor’s Advocate","trackName":"Doctor’s Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor’s Advocate","duration":215.85775,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor’s Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor’s Advocate\n  duration_ms: 215858\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":21112969,"name":"Doctor’s Advocate","trackName":"Doctor’s Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor’s Advocate","duration":300.641833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor’s Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor’s Advocate\n  duration_ms: 300642\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  start_ms: 21670\n  end_ms: 28810\n- text: The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  start_ms: 28810\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: One more shot...\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 38850\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 38850\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46030\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 46030\n  end_ms: 48710\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 48710\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 54190\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 54190\n  end_ms: 57790\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 57790\n  end_ms: 60490\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 60490\n  end_ms: 62220\n- text: Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  start_ms: 62220\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69550\n- text: I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  start_ms: 69550\n  end_ms: 73140\n- text: I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  start_ms: 73140\n  end_ms: 74900\n- text: I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  start_ms: 74900\n  end_ms: 78590\n- text: I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  start_ms: 78590\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83980\n- text: Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  start_ms: 83980\n  end_ms: 86650\n- text: Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  start_ms: 86650\n  end_ms: 89320\n- text: So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  start_ms: 89320\n  end_ms: 92910\n- text: I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  start_ms: 92910\n  end_ms: 95620\n- text: If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  start_ms: 95620\n  end_ms: 98390\n- text: And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  start_ms: 98390\n  end_ms: 101070\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 101070\n  end_ms: 103850\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 103850\n  end_ms: 107440\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 107440\n  end_ms: 111910\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 111910\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 117300\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 117300\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 132620\n- text: You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  start_ms: 132620\n  end_ms: 135350\n- text: Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  start_ms: 135350\n  end_ms: 138160\n- text: I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  start_ms: 138160\n  end_ms: 140810\n- text: And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  start_ms: 140810\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146250\n- text: I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  start_ms: 146250\n  end_ms: 148940\n- text: But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  start_ms: 148940\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 158000\n- text: Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  start_ms: 158000\n  end_ms: 160620\n- text: I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  start_ms: 160620\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 168750\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 168750\n  end_ms: 171430\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 171430\n  end_ms: 176030\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 176030\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186870\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 186870\n  end_ms: 190420\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 190420\n  end_ms: 193110\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 193110\n  end_ms: 195810\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 195810\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202120\n- text: Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  start_ms: 202120\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 211210\n- text: Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  start_ms: 211210\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219330\n- text: And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  start_ms: 219330\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 231090\n- text: With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  start_ms: 231090\n  end_ms: 233740\n- text: The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  start_ms: 233740\n  end_ms: 237390\n- text: But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 237390\n  end_ms: 239170\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 239170\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 246480\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 246480\n  end_ms: 249100\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 249100\n  end_ms: 252730\n- text: Like La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: As the devil says, La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":38461197,"name":"Doctor's Advocate","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65]Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24]The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01]Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56]Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67]I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81]The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99]One more shot...\n[00:38.85]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31]But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71]Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19]Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22]Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03]But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78]Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55]I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14]I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90]I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59]I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23]Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98]Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65]Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32]So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91]I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62]If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39]And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07]When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91]But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30]Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76]Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98]I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62]You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35]Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16]I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81]And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55]You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25]I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94]But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68]Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34]And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00]Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62]I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34]Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08]Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75]When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68]But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05]Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42]Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64]See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36]The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12]Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82]But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53]See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21]Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97]Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62]I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33]And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93]I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68]You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35]So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09]With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74]The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39]But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48]But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73]Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16]Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51]As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14]Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73]I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57]We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31]This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85]The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98]I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73]Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89]Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65](Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99] One more shot...\n[00:38.85] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31] But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71] Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03] But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78] Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55] I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14] I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90] I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59] I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23] Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98] Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65] Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32] So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91] I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62] If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39] And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91] But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30] Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76] Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98] I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62] You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35] Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16] I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81] And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55] You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25] I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94] But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68] Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34] And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00] Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62] I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34] Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08] Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68] But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05] Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42] Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36] The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12] Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82] But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53] See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21] Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97] Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62] I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33] And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93] I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68] You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35] So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09] With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74] The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39] But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48] But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73] Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16] Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51] As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14] Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game (2)\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":7934119,"name":"Doctor's Advocate","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate","artistName":"The Game/Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game/Busta Rhymes\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":1031503,"name":"Doctor's Advocate","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary / Doctor's Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary / Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  start_ms: 21670\n  end_ms: 28810\n- text: The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  start_ms: 28810\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: One more shot...\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 38850\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 38850\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46030\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 46030\n  end_ms: 48710\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 48710\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 54190\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 54190\n  end_ms: 57790\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 57790\n  end_ms: 60490\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 60490\n  end_ms: 62220\n- text: Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  start_ms: 62220\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69550\n- text: I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  start_ms: 69550\n  end_ms: 73140\n- text: I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  start_ms: 73140\n  end_ms: 74900\n- text: I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  start_ms: 74900\n  end_ms: 78590\n- text: I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  start_ms: 78590\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83980\n- text: Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  start_ms: 83980\n  end_ms: 86650\n- text: Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  start_ms: 86650\n  end_ms: 89320\n- text: So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  start_ms: 89320\n  end_ms: 92910\n- text: I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  start_ms: 92910\n  end_ms: 95620\n- text: If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  start_ms: 95620\n  end_ms: 98390\n- text: And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  start_ms: 98390\n  end_ms: 101070\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 101070\n  end_ms: 103850\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 103850\n  end_ms: 107440\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 107440\n  end_ms: 111910\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 111910\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 117300\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 117300\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 132620\n- text: You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  start_ms: 132620\n  end_ms: 135350\n- text: Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  start_ms: 135350\n  end_ms: 138160\n- text: I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  start_ms: 138160\n  end_ms: 140810\n- text: And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  start_ms: 140810\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146250\n- text: I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  start_ms: 146250\n  end_ms: 148940\n- text: But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  start_ms: 148940\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 158000\n- text: Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  start_ms: 158000\n  end_ms: 160620\n- text: I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  start_ms: 160620\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 168750\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 168750\n  end_ms: 171430\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 171430\n  end_ms: 176030\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 176030\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186870\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 186870\n  end_ms: 190420\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 190420\n  end_ms: 193110\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 193110\n  end_ms: 195810\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 195810\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202120\n- text: Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  start_ms: 202120\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 211210\n- text: Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  start_ms: 211210\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219330\n- text: And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  start_ms: 219330\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 231090\n- text: With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  start_ms: 231090\n  end_ms: 233740\n- text: The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  start_ms: 233740\n  end_ms: 237390\n- text: But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 237390\n  end_ms: 239170\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 239170\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 246480\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 246480\n  end_ms: 249100\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 249100\n  end_ms: 252730\n- text: Like La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: As the devil says, La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":9723833,"name":"Doctor’s Advocate","trackName":"Doctor’s Advocate","artistName":"The Game feat. Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Doctor’s Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99] One more shot...\n[00:38.85] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31] But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71] Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03] But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78] Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55] I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14] I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90] I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59] I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23] Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98] Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65] Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32] So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91] I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62] If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39] And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91] But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30] Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76] Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98] I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62] You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35] Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16] I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81] And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55] You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25] I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94] But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68] Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34] And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00] Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62] I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34] Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08] Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68] But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05] Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42] Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36] The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12] Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82] But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53] See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21] Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97] Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62] I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33] And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93] I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68] You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35] So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09] With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74] The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39] But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48] But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73] Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16] Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51] As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14] Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65]Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24]The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01]Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56]Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67]I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81]The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99]One more shot...\n[00:38.85]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31]But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71]Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19]Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22]Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03]But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78]Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55]I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14]I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90]I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59]I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23]Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98]Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65]Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32]So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91]I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62]If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39]And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07]When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91]But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30]Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76]Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98]I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62]You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35]Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16]I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81]And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55]You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25]I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94]But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68]Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34]And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00]Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62]I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34]Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08]Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75]When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68]But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05]Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42]Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81]As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64]See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36]The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12]Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82]But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53]See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21]Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97]Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62]I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33]And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93]I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68]You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35]So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09]With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74]The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39]But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17]It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88]I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48]But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10]I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73]Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47]Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16]Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86]Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51]As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14]Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  start_ms: 28810\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: One more shot...\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 38850\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 38850\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46030\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 46030\n  end_ms: 48710\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 48710\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 54190\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 54190\n  end_ms: 57790\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 57790\n  end_ms: 60490\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 60490\n  end_ms: 62220\n- text: Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  start_ms: 62220\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69550\n- text: I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  start_ms: 69550\n  end_ms: 73140\n- text: I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  start_ms: 73140\n  end_ms: 74900\n- text: I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  start_ms: 74900\n  end_ms: 78590\n- text: I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  start_ms: 78590\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83980\n- text: Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  start_ms: 83980\n  end_ms: 86650\n- text: Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  start_ms: 86650\n  end_ms: 89320\n- text: So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  start_ms: 89320\n  end_ms: 92910\n- text: I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  start_ms: 92910\n  end_ms: 95620\n- text: If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  start_ms: 95620\n  end_ms: 98390\n- text: And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  start_ms: 98390\n  end_ms: 101070\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 101070\n  end_ms: 103850\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 103850\n  end_ms: 107440\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 107440\n  end_ms: 111910\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 111910\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 117300\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 117300\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 132620\n- text: You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  start_ms: 132620\n  end_ms: 135350\n- text: Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  start_ms: 135350\n  end_ms: 138160\n- text: I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  start_ms: 138160\n  end_ms: 140810\n- text: And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  start_ms: 140810\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146250\n- text: I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  start_ms: 146250\n  end_ms: 148940\n- text: But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  start_ms: 148940\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 158000\n- text: Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  start_ms: 158000\n  end_ms: 160620\n- text: I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  start_ms: 160620\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 168750\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 168750\n  end_ms: 171430\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 171430\n  end_ms: 176030\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 176030\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186870\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 186870\n  end_ms: 190420\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 190420\n  end_ms: 193110\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 193110\n  end_ms: 195810\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 195810\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202120\n- text: Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  start_ms: 202120\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 211210\n- text: Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  start_ms: 211210\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219330\n- text: And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  start_ms: 219330\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 231090\n- text: With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  start_ms: 231090\n  end_ms: 233740\n- text: The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  start_ms: 233740\n  end_ms: 237390\n- text: But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 237390\n  end_ms: 239170\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 239170\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 246480\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 246480\n  end_ms: 249100\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 249100\n  end_ms: 252730\n- text: Like La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: As the devil says, La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":17854979,"name":"Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctors Advocate","duration":303.804082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n\na son...\n\nna!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.\nIf every na hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even though sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong na with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little na wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\nna!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\nyou drunk motherfucker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, na...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctors Advocate\n  duration_ms: 303804\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n\n  a son...\n\n  na!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.\n  If every na hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even though sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong na with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little na wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\n  na!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\n  you drunk motherfucker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, na...\n"},{"id":35324595,"name":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate (Album Version\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. 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start_ms: 160620\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 168750\n- text: When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  start_ms: 168750\n  end_ms: 171430\n- text: It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n  start_ms: 171430\n  end_ms: 176030\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 176030\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: But I hear every word that you say,\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186870\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 186870\n  end_ms: 190420\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 190420\n  end_ms: 193110\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 193110\n  end_ms: 195810\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 195810\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202120\n- text: Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  start_ms: 202120\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 211210\n- text: Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  start_ms: 211210\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219330\n- text: And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  start_ms: 219330\n  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La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: As the devil says, La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":22071360,"name":"Doctor's Advocate feat. Busta Rhymes","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate feat. 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We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. 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We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99] One more shot...\n[00:38.85] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31] But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71] Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03] But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78] Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55] I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14] I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90] I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59] I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23] Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98] Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65] Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32] So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91] I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62] If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39] And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91] But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30] Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76] Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98] I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62] You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35] Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16] I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81] And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55] You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25] I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94] But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68] Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34] And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00] Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62] I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34] Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08] Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68] But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05] Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42] Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36] The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12] Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82] But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53] See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21] Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97] Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62] I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33] And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93] I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68] You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35] So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09] With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74] The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39] But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48] But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73] Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16] Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51] As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14] Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate feat. 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":11450846,"name":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n\na son...\n\nna!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.\nIf every na hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even though sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong na with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little na wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\nna!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\nyou drunk motherfucker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, na...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.45] The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n[00:10.12] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:28.32] a son...\n[00:33.89] na!\n[00:36.57] One more shot...\n[00:40.25] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.84] But I hear every word they say,\n[00:45.61] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.45] Like la, la, la...\n[00:52.00] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.78] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.56] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.28] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.04] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\n  na!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\n  you drunk motherfucker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, na...\n"},{"id":39608204,"name":"Doctor's Advocate","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate (LP rip) [24-96]","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65]Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24]The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01]Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56]Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67]I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81]The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! 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And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89]Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65](Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor's Advocate (LP rip) [24-96]\n  duration_ms: 303760\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 7240\n- text: The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9010\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  start_ms: 9010\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 21670\n- text: I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... 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La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 252730\n  end_ms: 255470\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 255470\n  end_ms: 258160\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 258160\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: As the devil says, La, la, la...\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270730\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270730\n  end_ms: 272570\n- text: We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 272570\n  end_ms: 274310\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 274310\n  end_ms: 278850\n- text: The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  start_ms: 278850\n  end_ms: 287980\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  start_ms: 287980\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 297890\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 297890\n  end_ms: 299650\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n  start_ms: 299650\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301460\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n  Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n  The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"},{"id":10703153,"name":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctor's Advocate (Slidepac)","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n\na son...\n\nna!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.\nIf every na hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even though sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong na with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little na wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word they say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\nna!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\nyou drunk motherfucker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, na...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.45] The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n[00:10.12] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:28.32] a son...\n[00:33.89] na!\n[00:36.57] One more shot...\n[00:40.25] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.84] But I hear every word they say,\n[00:45.61] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.45] Like la, la, la...\n[00:52.00] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.78] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.56] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.28] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.04] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\nna!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\nyou drunk motherfucker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, na...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.45] The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n[00:10.12] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:28.32] a son...\n[00:33.89] na!\n[00:36.57] One more shot...\n[00:40.25] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.84] But I hear every word they say,\n[00:45.61] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.45] Like la, la, la...\n[00:52.00] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.78] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.56] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.28] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.04] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on 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Wake up, na!\n[04:30.64] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:31.51] We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\n[04:36.14] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.82] na!\n[04:39.78] I got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n[04:46.11] you drunk motherfucker...\n[04:48.84] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:51.62] (Laughing) Go to sleep, na...\n[04:55.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary / Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  start_ms: 1080\n  end_ms: 7450\n- text: The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n  start_ms: 7450\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: a son...\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: na!\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36570\n- text: One more shot...\n  start_ms: 36570\n  end_ms: 40250\n- text: I didn't mean to walk away,\n  start_ms: 40250\n  end_ms: 43840\n- text: But I hear every word they say,\n  start_ms: 43840\n  end_ms: 45610\n- text: I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  start_ms: 45610\n  end_ms: 48450\n- text: Like la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 48450\n  end_ms: 52000\n- text: Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  start_ms: 52000\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Reminiscing about my day,\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57560\n- text: Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  start_ms: 57560\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: As the devil says, la, la, la...\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 62040\n- text: Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  start_ms: 62040\n  end_ms: 63980\n- text: But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  start_ms: 63980\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70250\n- text: I saw you and Eazy in 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197810\n- text: See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  start_ms: 197810\n  end_ms: 199640\n- text: The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\n  start_ms: 199640\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206910\n- text: See when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\n  start_ms: 206910\n  end_ms: 211450\n- text: Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  start_ms: 211450\n  end_ms: 214280\n- text: Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  start_ms: 214280\n  end_ms: 216930\n- text: I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\n  start_ms: 216930\n  end_ms: 218790\n- text: And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  start_ms: 218790\n  end_ms: 222450\n- text: I saw the pressure start 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Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\n  start_ms: 263320\n  end_ms: 270640\n- text: I'm up man, I'm up...\n  start_ms: 270640\n  end_ms: 271510\n- text: We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\n  start_ms: 271510\n  end_ms: 276140\n- text: This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  start_ms: 276140\n  end_ms: 278820\n- text: na!\n  start_ms: 278820\n  end_ms: 279780\n- text: I got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n  start_ms: 279780\n  end_ms: 286110\n- text: you drunk motherfucker...\n  start_ms: 286110\n  end_ms: 288840\n- text: Just goin to the studio...\n  start_ms: 288840\n  end_ms: 291620\n- text: (Laughing) Go to sleep, na...\n  start_ms: 291620\n  end_ms: 295230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295230\nplain: |-\n  Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n  The fuck you talkin' bout, na, what's that?\n  Belevedere... and Banana Snapple na, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n\n  a son...\n\n  na!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.\n  If every na hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And nas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even though sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the na,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my na, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a na you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong na with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little na wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word they say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, na!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, na, get the fuck outta the car, na, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n\n  na!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my na...\n\n  you drunk motherfucker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, na...\n"},{"id":5465618,"name":"Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta Rhymes) (Produced By Jonathan 'J.R.' Rotem)","trackName":"Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta Rhymes) (Produced By Jonathan 'J.R.' Rotem)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Doctors Advocate","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\nThe f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\nBelevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\nLook... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\nI'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\nThe f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\nOne more shot...\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nDre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\nBut I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\nRemember, I'm from Compton too,\nI saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\nI was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\nI had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\nI made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\nWhatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\nNever knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\nNow I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\nSo I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\nI tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\nIf every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\nAnd niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nI never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\nYou let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\nNow I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\nI wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\nAnd even know sometimes I run loose,\nYou still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\nI'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\nBut you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\nNow it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\nAnd I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\nRemember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\nI told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\nSitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\nThinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\nWhen Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike la, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, la, la, la...\n\nSee when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\nThe fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\nMost of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\nBut he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\nSee when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\nType reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\nUntil you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\nI dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\nAnd as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\nI saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\nYou gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\nSo big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\nWith the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\nThe only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\nBut when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\nIt's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\nI didn't mean to walk away,\nBut I hear every word that you say,\nI guess my mind just drew a blank,\nLike La, la, la...\nNow I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\nReminiscing about my day,\nWit' your blood all over my slate,\nAs the devil says, La, la, la...\n\nAiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\nI'm up man, I'm up...\nWe at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\nThis ain't my house... my house is... is green!\nThe f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\nI got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\nNig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\nJust goin to the studio...\n(Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...\n[00:07.24] The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that?\n[00:09.01] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs)\n[00:13.56] Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!\n[00:21.67] I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...\n[00:28.81] The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga!\n[00:37.99] One more shot...\n[00:38.85] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[00:43.31] But I hear every word that you say,\n[00:46.03] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[00:48.71] Like la, la, la...\n[00:51.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[00:54.19] Reminiscing about my day,\n[00:57.79] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[01:00.49] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[01:02.22] Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n[01:04.03] But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n[01:07.78] Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n[01:09.55] I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n[01:13.14] I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n[01:14.90] I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n[01:18.59] I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n[01:21.23] Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n[01:23.98] Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n[01:26.65] Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n[01:29.32] So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n[01:32.91] I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n[01:35.62] If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n[01:38.39] And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n[01:41.07] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[01:43.85] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[01:47.44] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[01:51.91] But I hear every word that you say,\n[01:53.75] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[01:57.30] Like la, la, la...\n[02:00.08] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[02:02.76] Reminiscing about my day,\n[02:05.48] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[02:08.14] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[02:09.98] I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n[02:12.62] You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n[02:15.35] Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n[02:18.16] I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n[02:20.81] And even know sometimes I run loose,\n[02:23.55] You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n[02:26.25] I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n[02:28.94] But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n[02:31.68] Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n[02:34.34] And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n[02:38.00] Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n[02:40.62] I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n[02:43.34] Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n[02:46.08] Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n[02:48.75] When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[02:51.43] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[02:56.03] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[02:59.68] But I hear every word that you say,\n[03:01.45] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[03:05.05] Like la, la, la...\n[03:06.87] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[03:10.42] Reminiscing about my day,\n[03:13.11] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[03:15.81] As the devil says, la, la, la...\n[03:17.64] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n[03:20.36] The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n[03:22.12] Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n[03:25.82] But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n[03:28.53] See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n[03:31.21] Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n[03:33.97] Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n[03:36.62] I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n[03:39.33] And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n[03:42.93] I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n[03:45.68] You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n[03:48.35] So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n[03:51.09] With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n[03:53.74] The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n[03:57.39] But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n[03:59.17] It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n[04:02.88] I didn't mean to walk away,\n[04:06.48] But I hear every word that you say,\n[04:09.10] I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n[04:12.73] Like La, la, la...\n[04:15.47] Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n[04:18.16] Reminiscing about my day,\n[04:20.86] Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n[04:23.51] As the devil says, La, la, la...\n[04:27.14] Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n[04:30.73] I'm up man, I'm up...\n[04:32.57] We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n[04:34.31] This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n[04:38.85] The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n[04:47.98] I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n[04:49.73] Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n[04:57.89] Just goin to the studio...\n[04:59.65] (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n[05:01.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doctor's Advocate (Feat. Busta Rhymes) (Produced By Jonathan 'J.R.' 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We gotta go, nigga!\n  One more shot...\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,\n  But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,\n  Remember, I'm from Compton too,\n  I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,\n  I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,\n  I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,\n  I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,\n  Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,\n  Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,\n  Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots,\n  So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,\n  I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do.\n  If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track,\n  And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,\n  You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,\n  Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,\n  I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,\n  And even know sometimes I run loose,\n  You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,\n  I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,\n  But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!',\n  Now it's my turn to carry the torch,\n\n  And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,\n  Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?\n  I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!\n  Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,\n  Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?'\n  When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like la, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, la, la, la...\n\n  See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,\n  The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga,\n  Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,\n  But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,\n  See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut,\n  Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,\n  Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,\n  I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k,\n  And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,\n  I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,\n  You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it,\n  So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,\n  With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction,\n  The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen,\n  But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,\n  It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!\n\n  I didn't mean to walk away,\n  But I hear every word that you say,\n  I guess my mind just drew a blank,\n  Like La, la, la...\n  Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,\n  Reminiscing about my day,\n  Wit' your blood all over my slate,\n  As the devil says, La, la, la...\n\n  Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga!\n  I'm up man, I'm up...\n  We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man!\n  This ain't my house... my house is... is green!\n  The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga!\n  I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga...\n  Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker...\n  Just goin to the studio...\n  (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...\n"}]