Remedy Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

(Verse 1) 

As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low 

Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims 

Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side 

Smokin chronic just let me ride 

You would do it if my name was Dre 

Second comin mothafucker 

Throw it up for the king of LA 

I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off 

Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft 

I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw 

Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball 

Fuck the law 

Feedin my son is a must 

Whip it soft, whip it hard 

In crack we trust 

Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty? 

G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries 

Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy 

Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy 

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(Chorus) 

*scratching* 

I got the remedy 

*scratching* 

Aftermath got the remedy 

*scratching* 

Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up 

'Fore you get your punk ass smoked 

(Verse 2) 

I ain't no joke, G 

So don't provoke me 

I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy 

An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked 

"Where you from fool?" 

Better say you pro-black 

'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin 

Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers 

Now that 'Pac passed 

Tryin to put us on death row 

Get ready for the aftermath 

I run through the city like Godzilla 

Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer 

Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy 

There go another victim of a 1-8-7 

Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand? 

Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam 

So kick back and watch the bitches dance 

N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

I'm back by popular demand 

And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4 

Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up 

Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up 

The West coast still pimpin 

Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin 

So what you sayin lo (?) 

Red and blue bandana tied in a knot 

As I creep through the chronic smoke 

They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke 

Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes 

Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast 

As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?) 

The key to drive-bys is to aim steady 

Turn that fake (?) into confetti 

When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes 

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