Old school rap released in 1987 (30 years ago). Not sure if i've ever heard this on the radio since the 80s.
Once upon a time, Brooklyn was the scene
In the project that they called Fort Greene
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me, Dana Dane
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was like an errand boy running to the stores
My brothers, they used to boast and brag:
"We've got fresh gear and you've got rags!"
Even worse than that, to make me feel low
They gave me a straw hat, while they had Kangols
Girls used to say, "Dane, you're so cute
But you gets no rap with them polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
The princess is having a royal ball
If you can rap, also dress fresh
You might win a date with the sweet princess"
Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash
I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad
I said "Step-dad, may I?"
And before I could finish, "Hell no!", he replied
My brothers were going, they were geared down
Even Pops was going for a piece of the crown
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted
"We can and you can't" is what they taunted
They all stood there laughing in my face
And as they walked out they said, "Clean up this place!"
But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
Well I shrugged, I hissed, "They're all tryna diss
I'd get them back if I had one wish"
Before I could make my thought a phrase
There appeared a man from a puff of haze
He said, "What's up, Dane? My name is Herb
I'm your fairy godfather, you know it, word!
Now I've came here with the main purpose
Of granting you your fondest wish"
I said, "Herb, my man, just make me fresh
And I'm sure that I can handle all the rest"
With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot
And I was tough and on my body: a slick silk suit
On my feet there was argyle socks
And a fresh pair of Ballys from the Bally shop
I showed him my hat and don't you know
With a snap the hat became a Kangol
Once again his hands began to flow
Then he changed my skateboard into a Volvo
He checked me over, passed me the keys
And said, "One more thing before you leave
You must return before the stroke of twelve
Or you'll turn back into your old self"
But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
I jumped in the Volvo, went on my way
I got to the party about ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage the people were hyped
The princess was staring in disbelief
Reflected from her eyes were my gold teeth
She waved her hands like 'Hello! Hi!'
Then gave another gesture like 'Come here, guy'
I left the stage, girls came in flocks
Fists were swinging from the hard rocks
I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock
Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock
No time to waste, I broke out in haste
The princess followed in a futile chase
A quick steady pace is what I kept
Lost one of my Ballys on one of those steps
For the Volvo I continued my stride
About this time I heard gong five
I was down the block when I heard gong eight
And the princess scream out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!"
But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
I was almost home when my luck ran out
And there went my suit, my Kangol and clothes
My fresh Volvo also went too
And there was no denying that my night was through
The one Bally shoe the freshest thing I sported
Jumped on my board, for home I skateboarded
Made it to my pad, no time at all
Went to my room, or better yet the far wall
Hid the shoe away still feeling pleased
Then jumped in my cot to catch some Z's
Early the next morning when I awoke
I threw on me old slippers and me old housecoat
Went into the front, my family stared at me
Saying "Wasn't that you?! Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept axing me as I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock on the door
"Who is it?", that's what my brothers barked
"The princess", this sweet voice remarked
She said she was looking for a certain man
Who could bring her the shoe like the one in her hand
The family ran around with their heads in the air
Bringing on shoes from everywhere
She just shook her head, a nod of relief
Saying "No, that's not the one that I'm looking for, chief"
I ran in the room and got my shoe
And said, "Is this the one you're referring to?"
Well she said, "Yes, and you're so cute
But where's your Kangol and slick silk suit?"
I put on the shoe, there came a flash of light
And I was tough in the gear from just last night
Looked out the window, saw the Volvo
Said to my family, "I've got to go"
We drove up the avenue, the princess and I
And in back of me I heard my family cry
But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
BAD BOY.....Come out and play !!!
You know we had to do a remix, right?
Uh, uh
Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays
F*ck a fair one, I get mine the fast way
Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes
Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote
(What you tote)
More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots
Invisible bully like The Gooch
Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me Take them rhymes back to the factory
I see the gimmicks, the wack LYRICS, the sh*t is
Depressing, pathetic, please forget it
You're mad cause my style you're admiring
Don't be mad, UPS is hiring
You shoulda been a cop, f*ck hip-hop
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot
Pack the gat a lot
The flav's bout to drop uh
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kicking new flava in ya ear
Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear
Hah, sicka than your average
Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
niggas don't think **** stink, pink gators,
my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nutting so I just
Speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece , with my peeps
Packin', askin' who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bull****, we on it
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the ****
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rapping bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
Richer than Richie, till you niggas come and get me
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I can fill ya wit' real millionaire ****
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with
Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
Come up to your job, hit you while you working for certain,
Poppa freaking, not speaking
Leave that ass leaking, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em wit' the force like Obe, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Uh, uh, check it out
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these LYRICAL douches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sipping Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question AXING, blunt passing, music blasting
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honeys Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep it a secret why not
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true to life players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honeys getting money playing niggas like dummies
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby, baby
Straight up honey really I'm AXING
Most of these niggas think they be macking but they be actin
Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gonna be here for a while, I'm gonna go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few,'cause in a few, we gonna do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo (TRUE)
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honeys getting' money playing niggas like dummies
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby, baby
(how you living biggie smalls?)
In mansion and Benz's giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, f*ck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Chopping O's, smoking lots of Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend
Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends, **** we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep banging
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
To the honeys getting money playing niggas like dummies
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby, baby
Living in the night
Neath devils torn asunder
You call on me to solve a crooked rhyme
As I’m closing in
Imposing on your slumber
You call on me as bells begin to chime[Chorus]
Are you on the square?
Are you on the level?
Are you ready to swear right here, right now
Before the devil
That you’re on the square
That you’re on the level
That you’re ready to stand right here, right now
Right here, right now
[Verse 2]
Hiding from the light
Sacrificing nothing
Still you call on me for entrance to the shrine
Hammering the nails
Into a sacred coffin
You call on me for powers clandestine
[Chorus]
Are you on the square?
Are you on the level?
Are you ready to swear right here, right now
Before the devil
That you’re on the square
That you’re on the level
That you’re ready to stand right here, right now
Right here, right now
[Chorus]
Are you on the square?
Are you on the level?
Are you ready to swear right here, right now
Before the devil
That you’re on the square
That you’re on the level
That you’re ready to stand right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
We're standing here by the abyss
And the world
Is in flames
Two star-crossed lovers reaching out
To the beast
With many names
He is
He’s the shining in the light
Without whom I cannot see
And he is
Insurrection, he is spite
He’s the force that made me be
He is
Nostro Dis Pater
Nostr' Alma Mater
He is
We’re hiding here inside a dream
And all our doubts
Are now destroyed
The guidance of the morning star
Will lead the way
Into the void
He is
He’s the shining in the light
Without whom I cannot see
And he is
Insurrection, he is spite
He’s the force that made me be
He is
Nostro Dis Pater
Nostra Domate
He is
He is
He’s the shining in the light
Without whom I cannot see
And he is
Insurrection, he is spite
He’s the force that made me be
He is
He’s the shining in the light
Without whom I cannot see
And he is
The disobedience that holds us together
He is
Nostro Dis Pater
Nostra Domate
And we have fallen in
Over the precipice
I watched the dude for first time a few weeks back. So awesome. Shut the **** up donny !
Today is the first day of Spring !
WARNING: SPRING RAP HAS BEGUN. Pay attention closely, i'm showing you the formula.
High energy flowing with the wisdom
Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm
This is what I'm using to come up with a style
So I'll interact altogether better with the crowd
Nervous for a second then the record starts spinning
And I fall into the state of mind of what I'd just created
Pump it like the doctor. D into the R.E. suckers ready to leap
Up on the tip when we made it Creative so I'll never be regarded as a regular
More than just a little bit better than my competitor
You should never underestimate the passion
I hold for the stage whether I'm cooling or thrashing
Clocking the concoction created by me
When read you read E = the D.O. to the C Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
Equals an artist that won't be worn, what is that Dre?
[Dr. Dre] It's the formula
It's like a message that only I could understand
But those who want to comprehend will again
Be in the midst of the brother
Unlike another in any way
Cause Dre don't play, say what the other say
Originality is a must whenever I bust
A funky composition, it's crush and I trust that you
Know it when you hear a funky record with potential
Me getting hype cause Dre rocking the instrumental
Nothing like what you've heard before and more, never less
See I don't Fess, I mean I'm like fresh if not the freshest
When I'm expressing my thoughts on
Vinyl, you can't help but listen up and get caught on
Hooked because I cook when I pick up a pen
And begin, in the end it's dope, that's cause I want to win Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
Equals the DOC, what is it Dre?
[Dr. Dre] Yo man, that's the formula
Keeping it dope as long as I can like imagine
Making each record that I do better than the last one
Take a little time, choose the topic and drop it
Release it, the science of making dope beats with
Rhythmic American poetry
Shipped it to stations, now many people know of me
"I'm the D. into the O. and the O. into the C. and the C. into the period" Suckers are fearing this
When heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait
And take just a second to get caught up in my record
New but not a kid to be worn
If something getting torn up then I'm doing the tearing, not being torn
Shaping up to be one for the top vocalist LYRICIST
And when you hear of this
You shouldn't choke on this Knowledge and the talent...... makes it valid
For me to get it patented
Dre, telling what I'm rapping
[Dr. Dre] The formula
In effect and I'm smooth, that's why I'm on the incline
Suckers fronting for nothing cause I'm going to get mine
It's in the cards and I think I might have read this
So don't lie and try to front like someone said this
Most who know thoughts served by the DOC see That it's a mission impossible trying to rock me
For an arena who'd ask me to perform for her
G.O. and easily I flow and ya know...using the formula
(03-11-2017 11:28 PM)snowtiger Wrote: [ -> ]wow....interesting...video and music.
yeah I first heard the song a few weeks ago on the radio here in Madisonville for the first time. Its lucky I remembered the chorus...cuz I didn't know the name of the song or the artist
Got damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michelle
Looking like straight bozos
I saw it coming that's why I went solo
And kept on stomping
When y'all motherf*ckers moved straight outta Compton
Living with the whites; one big house
And not another nigga in site
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough
White man just ruling
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya fooling?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helping me
Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day but you don't come close
cause you know I'm the one that flown
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the see-P-T
cause you're getting f*cked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
Who gives a f*ck about a punk-ass villain?
You're getting f*cked real quick
And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's ****
Tried to tell you a year ago
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from getting ganked
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls
cause I heard you're, like, giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your as$, like a motherf*cking Ready Teller
Giving up the dollar bills,
Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don't believe what Ren say
cause he's going out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya Toby, g
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.g
It's a case of divide-and-conquer, g
Cause you let a Jew break up my crew g
House nigga gotta run and hide
Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside
So don't front, MC Ren, cause I remember when you drove a B 2-10
Broke as a mothaf*cking joke
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they ripping your as$hole apart
By taking your green, oh yeah,
The Villain does get f*cked with no Vaseline
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
And when I see your as$ again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint b*tch, f*cking your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy E turned ******
With your manager, fella
F*cking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy E would be hanging from a tree
With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on,
Till that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation, off the Master's plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Dumb nigga, what you thinking about?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a white Jew telling you what to do
Pulling wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Trying to f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into something, getting f*cked at night
By Mista Sh*t packer, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
My dogs get so excited when this song comes on. Probably because i rap the entire song to them every time i hear it.
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm saying
Mista Busta, where ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard from f*cking your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your as$
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your as$, fool
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Ganking me now i'm ganking you little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stomping on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to You trip with me, now it's a must that I trip with you
BOW WOW WOW yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's definitely in the house
BOW WOW WOW yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's definitely in the house
BOW WOW WOW yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the Frisco dyke
But f*ck your mama, I'm talking about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollering Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you step to Dre fool you're stepping to Death Row
And I ain't even slanging them thangs
I'm hollering one-eight-seven with my gatt in yo mouth fool
Yeah fool, Compton and Long Beach together on this track
So just when you thought we were slipping, boo yeah right back at cha
Now you want to step up and get your cranium cracked
Step on up and remember the name mighty mighty DR and we're putting in work yeah
Now understand this my homie Dre can't be touched
Luke's bending over, so Luke's getting stuck, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, break him off some loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta get with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my gatts got to fit
With my sack on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rapping at your wack-as$ concerts
And I'ma snatch your as$ from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you with Miami
Then we gonna creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You trying to check my homey, you best check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, hell yeah
To all you marked ass bustas your game is up, really doe
Deathrow is running the nine-trey
And you know we can't be faded
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
I told the world one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape, and lay it, record it
So that one day I could play it back
But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that
Y'all starting to creep in, everyday its so gray and black
Hope, I just need a ray of that
Cause no one see's my vision when I play it for 'em
They just say its wack
But they don't know what dope is
And I don't know if I was awake or asleep
When I wrote this,
All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest
You picked me up, breath new life in me
I owe my life to you
But for the life of me I don't see why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son
Demons fighting you, it's dark
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me it'll enlighten you
I don't think you realize what you mean to me
Not the slightest clue
Cause me and you were like a crew
I was like your sidekick
You gonna either wanna fight me when I get off this f*cking mic
Or you gonna hug me
But I'm out of options there's nothing else I can do cause
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
It hurts when I see you struggle
You come to me with ideas
You say there just pieces so I'm puzzled
Cause the **** I hear is crazy
But your either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more
Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form
Can't make a decision you keep questioning yourself
Second guessing and its almost like your begging for my help
Like I'm your leader
Your supposed to f*cking be my mentor
I can endure no more
I demand you remember who you are
It was you, who believed in me
When everyone was telling you don't sign me
Everyone at the f*cking label, lets tell the truth
You risked your career for me
I know it as well as you
Nobody wanted to f*ck with the white boy
Dre, I'm crying in this booth
You saved my life, now maybe its my turn to save yours
But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more
But I ain't giving up faith and you ain't giving up on me
Get up Dre, I'm dying, I need you, come back for f*ck's sake
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life
(I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life)
It literally feels like a lifetime ago
But I still remember the sh*t like it was just yesterday though
You walked in, yellow jump suit
Whole room, cracked jokes
Once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke
Went through friends, some of them I put on
But they just left, they said they was riding to the death
But where the f*ck are they now
Now that I need them, I don't see none of them
All I see is Slim
F*ck all you fair-weather friends
All I need is him
F*cking backstabbers
When the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you about to feel the f*[/color]cking wrath of aftermath, faggots
You gonna see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the f*ck we been?
You can kiss my indecisive a$s crack maggots and the crackers a$s
Little crack a jack beat making wack as$ backwards producers
I'm back bastards
One more CD and then I'm packing up my bags and as I'm leaving
I'll guarantee they scream Dre don't leave us like that man 'cause
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life