It literally feels like a lifetime ago
But I still remember the s*** like it was just yesterday though
You walked in, yellow jumpsuit, whole room, cracked jokes
But 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*** are they now, now that I need them
I don't see none of them, all I see is Slim
f*** all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him
f***ing backstabbers
When the chips were down, you just laughed at us
Now you 'bout to feel the f***ing wrath of aftermath, faggots
You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the f*** we been?
You can kiss my indecisive a** crack, maggots, and the cracker's a**
Little crackerjack beat, making wack-a**
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
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