LOOKIN' AT YOU

Walking down the street in an All-Stars In a Khaki suit doing what I do Walking down the street smokin' chronic In a Diablos lookin' at you Guess who's back on the West Coast track It's the muthaf*ckin messiah gangsta rap Still dippin' in six-four, still puffin' on the same chronic Hataz mad cuz i still got it I'll never fall off even without the Doc You niggaz sellin' ya soul trynna stay on top Bitch nigga check your coat techs You niggaz aint movin shit like the hand on the fake ass Rolex I'm 5 million sold to cover up my last album The only time you seen me sittin on gold I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated, most loved and the muthaf*ckin most hated Keep rollin' like gold days, niggaz got the game f*cked up like Hennessy with the coast chaser You got a deal with me I'm the West Coast savior Niggas think of me every time they say so straight What do you call a nigga who's overbearing, belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful? You call that nigga the Doctor's Advocate, he's the reflection of DR. DRE in his heyday in the worst way The 5-star Sergeant General took Jason (Jayceon) to the Aftermath research department And gave him a [BLOOD] test, it came back G-A-M-E positive Then niggas infected with the Game filed which is all rhetorial skills are so impeccable even the niggas in the streets Called him Messiah, the Young Doc who's young and violent cuz in his heart he's retired It's not A GAME, it's just called THE GAME, there won't be no referees, no half-time report When the game is over, the game is over You can't put a quality in the sheet, give it to me in the morning That's the end. I'll be Walking down the street in an All-Stars In a Khaki suit doing what I do Walking down the street smokin' chronic In a Diablos lookin' at you 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's track You can take my soul but can't take my plaque I'm tha muthaf*ckin nail who touched the beat I'm the 808 drum, it got you movin' your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E Product of my environment you old ass niggaz you get ready for you earlier timin' And before I let Hip-Hop burn down, I run in the building like a fireman Wicked ass Bentley and I'm high off stingy throwin' back Patron shots And some Crist up diggies I'm D-O-C certifield, Ice Cube mixed, Snoop stand me in the good dock cam, get me Still with me? Me and My Mic can't be separated like Interscope and... Haha Oh shit, this is some good ass muthaf*ckin weed, California Sticky Green! This is the Aftermath for the aftermath West.. Coast