But I still remember this shit like it was yesterday though
You walked in yellow jumpsuit, whole room cracked jokes
Once you got inside the booth, told you like smoke
Went through friends, some of them I put on
But they just left, they said they was riding till the death
But where the fuck are they now? Now that I need them
I don't see none of them all I see is slim, fuck all you fairwether friends all I need is him
fucking backstabbers, when the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you bout to feel the fucking wrath of aftermath faggots
You gon see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we've been.
You can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots, and the crackers ass
Little cracker jack beat making wack math, backwards producers
I'm back bastards, one more CD then I'm packing up my bags
And as I leave, Ill guarantee they'll scream Dre, don't leave us like that man cause