[Intro: The Game & Busta Rhymes]

Day after day, feel like I…

Yo Bus, I think I got it, the answer to all my problems

Fuck you talkin' about nigga? Wha–What's that?

Belvedere, and Banana Snapple

Look, get your fuckin' ass up nigga

You over here trippin' on yourself nigga

Get in the fuckin' car man, we gotta bounce man

I'm a man, and most of these niggas

They don't know how to be a man, I got a son

What the fuck you talkin' about nigga? Come on nigga

Let's take yo' ass to the crib man, you tired nigga

And put the drink down nigga, we gotta go nigga

One more shot

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

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 sittin' in this goddamn cage

Reminiscin' about my day

With your blood all over my slate

As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 1: The 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 that 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

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

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 sittin' in this goddamn cage

Reminiscin' about my day

With your blood all over my slate

As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 2: The 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 Dr. Dre track?

When Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap

It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothin' after that

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

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 sittin' in this goddamn cage

Reminiscin' about my day

With your blood all over my slate

As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

See when the world is on your shoulders and the stress grows bigger

The fire in him, made it difficult to talk to the nigga

Most of the time I let 'em know, I don't agree with what he do

But he a hardhead, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you

See when I first met my nigga, son was layin' in the cut

Type reserved, homie was quiet 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

And as the time went on, now he was workin' with the finest

I saw the pressure started to build so I gave 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 lil' nigga wouldn't listen

But when Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap

It's still Aftermath and ain't nothing after that

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

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 sittin' in this goddamn cage

Reminiscin' about my day

With your blood all over my slate

As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Outro: Busta Rhymes & The Game]

Aiyyo, Game! (Huh?)

Yo Game! Wake up nigga! (I'm up man, I'm up)

We at your crib, nigga

Get the fuck out the car nigga, get up, man!

This ain't my house, my house is, is green

What the fuck you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man

Let me walk you up to the, come on (Alright, I’m up, Bus)

Nigga where the keys at?

Nigga we need to open your door nigga!

I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga

Nigga get in the fuckin' bed nigga, go to sleep nigga

You tired nigga, and don't fucking drink like that no more, man

You fuckin' look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker

Just goin' to the studio

Hehehe, go to sleep, nigga