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Featuring Busta Rhymes (Hook) I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day, with your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la (Verse: Game) Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do what he gotta do Remember, I'm from Compton too I saw you and Eazy in 'em, so I started wearin' khaki suits I was 12 smokin' chronic, in '92 I had a choice be like Mike, or be like you I made a choice, now it's be Crip or be Piru Whatever I was, I was bangin' 'Gin & Juice' Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop Now I gotta keep it gangsta, cause it's in my roots So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you I tried to think of what the fuck Eminem might do If every nigga hated him, for the 'Black Bitch' track And niggas stopped bumpin' Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped When Doc say it's a wrap it's a wrap It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothing after that Songtexte (Hook) I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day, with your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la (Verse: Game) I never said 'Thank You', and I took for granted You let me in your house, and made me a part of your family Now I'm eatin' with you, Eve, and Busta Rhymes I wasn't starstruck, I was just glad to be signed And even though sometimes I run loose You still my homeboy Doc, I'd take a bullet for you I'm not askin' you to take my side in the beef But you told me it was okay to say "Fuck The Police" Now it's my turn to carry the torch And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The Source Remember when we got drunk, to do 'Start From Scratch'? I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that Sittin' here lookin' at my platinum plaques Thinkin' what the fuck am I without a Doctor Dre track When Doc say it's a wrap it's a wrap) It's still Aftermath And ain't nothing after that. (Hook) I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day, with your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la (Verse: Busta Rhymes) See when the world is on your shoulder and the stress grows bigger The fire in 'em, made it difficult to talk to the nigga Most of the time I let 'em know I dont agree wit' what he do But he a hardhead Dre thats why I'm talkin' to you See when I first met my nigga son was layin' in the cut Type reserve, homie was quite and kept his mouth shut Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck As time went on, now he was workin' with the finest I saw the pressure started to build, so I gave 'em additional guidance You gave him something that can make or break a nigga you should face it So big, I don't even think he was ready to embrace it With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction The only problem was our little nigga wouldn't listen But when Doc say its a wrap (its a wrap) It's still Aftermath And ain't nothing after that. (Hook) I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day, with your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la Aus Songtexte Mania