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Dr. Dre
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Forgot About Dre - Featuring Eminem
Lyricist:Melvin Bradford, Marshall Mathers, Andre Young
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think Imma let my dough freeze? Hoe, please
You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said mother, ‽Fuck Tha Police' Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate, what? Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Yup Then just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin' by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Give me an awkward eye, what you lookin' at? And strangled him off in the parkin' lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off
'Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops' I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out, right there From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin' today and tomorrow's the new Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew Slim shady, hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin' up to me Wit your hands out lookin' up to me, like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton, Compton I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none What you think, I sold 'em all? 'Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail, all day sayin' Dre fell off What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryin' to get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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