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Medicine Man
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INTERPRÉTATION
C. Chambers
C. Chambers
Guitare
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Chant
Andre Brissett
Andre Brissett
Claviers
Candice Pillay
Candice Pillay
Chant
Eminem
Eminem
Chant
Fredwreck Nassar
Fredwreck Nassar
Claviers
Sly Jordan
Sly Jordan
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Candice Pillay
Candice Pillay
Paroles/Composition
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Paroles/Composition
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Paroles/Composition
J. Mohrle
J. Mohrle
Paroles/Composition
Dwayne Abernathy
Dwayne Abernathy
Paroles/Composition
M. Ricks II
M. Ricks II
Paroles/Composition
B. Edwards Jr
B. Edwards Jr
Paroles/Composition
C. Chambers
C. Chambers
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Paak Anderson
Brandon Paak Anderson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Ingénierie de mixage
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Production
Focus
Focus
Production
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Carl M. Cartagena
Carl M. Cartagena
Ingénierie
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Ingénierie
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Ingénierie
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistance d’ingénierie

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Doc, Doctor Dre, you gotta give us some good news! Yeah, about that... Don't let 'em find out, the bitch in you Don't let 'em find out, the snitch in you Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself Doctor's orders... Listen, this is my evaluation This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating Ain't nobody graduating Don't nobody love this shit the way I love it That's why I gotta hate it Everybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggeration Damn I'm getting aggravated, fuck, I'm getting agitated Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools The police got our name in all they databases Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on? These niggas in tight shit, I'm in the fucking Matrix It's looking like a sign of the revelation 'Bout time of the return of the fuckin' greatest I got all these patients man How come they ain't patient with me? They just think I want the money, why? When I can't take it with me Y'all don't do it for the love, for the love not They gon' find out who you are Just admit 'fore you get admitted Say, what you living about? (Fuck you gon' tell me?) Do you remember where you started out though? You're looking lost now (You want a pass? Oh, damn) Fake it 'til you make it, take your little paper But when you look in the mirror your credibility's gone now I'd rather be hated on for who I am Than to be loved for who I'm not, that's word to Doc Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods' golf Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took off Mistook me because I look soft But I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders) So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off Decided opposing you is what I'm 'posed to do alls I did was say what I'm feeling when the vocal booth calls And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all You felt my pain, it's almost like I poked voodoo dolls And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I'm gone My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls Karma's headed for Armageddon, the drama setter, I'm going in Already got an arm and head in, whoever said words are just words Ain't heard me word them, I give a fuck If my image even ends up taking a personal hit Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned in this bitch And whatever bitches feel like they didn't deserve what they get And whatever consequences come with every verse, it's worth it So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it? And here's to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime As sure as a mole is blind, in my mind I'm still underground as a groundhog and I'mma go for mine Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find No signs of slowing these lines are my nines I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's) Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time Day one, say when to blast just, give me the order, I spray, uh Pain in the ass you'll get shot in the ass with a paint gun Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none I even make the bitches I rape cum I'm waiting on someone to say something Dre make the bass pump and let the tape run for old time's sake I spit it straight through, this is take one The moment you're waiting for has come but the... Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself Doctor's orders... Doctor's orders...
Writer(s): Brandon Paak Anderson, Candice Pillay, Curt Chambers, Justin Mohrle, Morris Ricks, Bernard Jr Edwards, Marshall Mathers, Andre Romell Young, Dwayne Abernathy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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