Y'all know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key, hated on by most these niggas
With 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 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 in back of my house like trophies

But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho 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 and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said, “Motherfuck the police”
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good

Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop

Y'all are the reason 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 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 they lips, just a buncha 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 buncha gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
(What)
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study your tape of NWA

One day I was walkin' by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
(What you lookin' at?)
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot with his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck, right next
To a humongous 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 motherfuckin' barkin' 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 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
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death with a Charleston chew

Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz
With the windows up and the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy, there is no way
That you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailey
(Da, da)

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say but nothin' comes out
When they move they lips, just a buncha 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 buncha gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you muthafuckas would stop
Comin' up to me with 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 gots new 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
With a pen and a pad, tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath

It 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 knew that I was strapped
With gats when you were cuddled with cabbage patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say but nothin' comes out
When they move they lips, just a buncha 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 buncha 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 buncha gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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Forgot About Dre Lyrics