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Walking down the street, in my All Stars
In my, khaki suit, doin what I do
Walking down the street, smoking, chronic
In my black locs, lookin, at you
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Guess who's back on
the West coast tracks
It's the motherfucking
messiah of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six- fo',
still puffin on the same chronic
Haters mad cause I still got it
I never fall off, even without the Doc
You niggas sellin your soul
trying to stay on top
Bitch nigga check your Kotex
You niggas ain't moving shit like
the hand on a fake- ass Rolex
I'm five million sold
The cover of my last album the only
time you see me sittin on gold
I'm the most anticipated,
most celebrated
Most loved and the motherfucking
most hated
Keep rolling like gold Daytons
Niggas got the game fucked up like
Hennessy with a Coke chaser
You gotta deal with me, I'm
the West Coast savior
Niggas think of me every time
they six- fo' scraper
What do you call a nigga who's overbearing
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Belligerent, foul,
defiant and very disrespectful?
You call that nigga the Doctor's
Advocate
He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in
his heyday in the worst way
The five star surgeon general
Took Jayceon to the Aftermath
research department
And gave him a blood test
It came back G- A- M- E positive
The nigga's infected with the Game virus
His oratorical skills are so impeccable
That niggas in the streets call him Cyrus
The young damu's down with violence
Cause in his heart he's a tyrant
It's not a game,
it's just called The Game
There'll be no referees,
no halftime reports
When the game is over,
The Game is over
You can't put a quarter in the machine
and get three mo' men
THAT'S, the end
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Walking down the street, in my All Stars
In my, khaki suit, doin what I do
Walking down the street, smoking, chronic
In my black locs, lookin, at you
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I done been to hell and back Left
for dead,
you know who to thank for that
Finished my second LP without
a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't
take my plaques
I'm the motherfucking snare
when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got
you movin your feet
I'm the heir to the throne
after the D- R- E
Product of my environment,
you old- ass niggas
Get ready for your early retirement
Before I let hip- hop burn down I run
in the building like a fireman
Who can outspit me when
I'm high off sticky
Throwing back Patron shots
in some creased up dickies
I'm D.O.C. certified,
Ice Cube lynch'd me
Snoop stamped me and the good
Doc handpicked me
You still with me?
Me and my mic can't be separated
like Interscope and hahaha
The Game 
