Lyrical Breakdown of Doctor's Advocate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doctor's Advocate" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Doctor's Advocate" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Game employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Game's narrative.

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Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems... The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that? Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs) Look... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig! I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son... The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga! One more shot... I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... Dre, I didn'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 wearing Khaki suits, I was 12, smoking 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 banging Gin and 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 f**k, Eminem might do. If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track, And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... I never said thank you, and I took it for granted, You let me in your house and made me a part of your family, Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes, I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed, And even know sometimes I run loose, You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you, I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef, But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!', Now it's my turn to carry the torch, And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' 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! Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques, Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?' When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger, The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga, Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do, But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you, See when I first met my nigga, son was laying 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 f**k, And as time went on, and he was working with the finest, I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance, You gave him something that could 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 wouln't listen, But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like La, la, la... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, La, la, la... Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga! I'm up man, I'm up... We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man! This ain't my house... my house is... is green! The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga! I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga... Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker... Just goin to the studio... (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga...