Forgot About Dre

Y'all know me still the same ol' G

But I been low key

Hated on by most these niggas

Wit no cheese, no deals and no Gs, no wheels and no keys

No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries

Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall full of plaques

Hangin' up in the office and back of my house like trophies

Did y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze

Ho, please

You better bow down on both knees

Who'd ya think taught you to smoke trees?

Who'd ya think brought you the ODs?

Eazy-Es, Ice Cubes and DOCs, the Snoop D O double Gs

And the group that said muthafuck the police

Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To pump when you stroll through in you 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 niggas that said that I turned pop

Or the Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck y'all, all of ya'll

If y'all don't like me, blow me

Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around with me

And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)

Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way (yup)

Just study a tape of NWA

One day I was walkin' by

With a walkman on

When I caught a guy gimme an awkward eye

So I 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 tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage

Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off

Fuck you too bitch call the cops

I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin' barking dogs

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house

With a can full of gas and a handful of matches

And still weren't found out (right here!)

From here on out it's the Chronic 2

Startin today, and tomorrow's the new

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death wit' a CharlestonChew

Chica Chica Chica

Slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes-Benz with the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid 80z

Callin' men ladies

Sorry Doc, but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me

It's ok, go with him, Hailie (dada?)

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something 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 something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me

You muthafuckas 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

I told 'em all

All them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all

Now you wanna run around and talk about 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

Tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin' that

This is the millennium of Aftermath

Ain't gonna be nothin' after that

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap

You can have it back

So where's all the mad 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 something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre