FORGOT ABOUT DRE feat.Eminem

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“G”s, no wheels, and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no ski's Made 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 the back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I would 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? Easy-E's? Ice Cubes? and D.O.C.'s? the Snoop Dogg's? and the group that said “motherfuck the police” Gave you tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in ya hood And when ya 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 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 gon keep fuckin' round 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 they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre So whattya say to somebody ya hate? Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble ya way Wanna resolve things in a bloddier way? 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 I strangled the mark in the parking 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 humungous 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 handful of matches And still weren't found out So 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 with a charleston chew Slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies In Mercedes-Benz with 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 o.k. go with him hailie Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You motherfuckeas would stop comin' up to me With ya 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 gots a LIL 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 LIL 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 Why, 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 millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap Y'all 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 was cuddlin' a cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish and motherfuckas act like they forgot…