Dr DreForgot About Dre Ft. Eminem

Y'all know me, still the same O.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 books, 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 Did y'all think I'm 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 and Snoop D O double G's And the group that said mother, "Fuck the 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 niggas that said that I turned pop or the the Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting 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 their lips Just a buncha 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 their lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Then study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin' by with a Walkman on When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye 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 When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage Hopin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin' barkin dogs And when them 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 here From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin' today, 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 a 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 is no way that you can save me It's okay, go with them, Hailey Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a buncha 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 their lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was upto me You muthafuckas would stop comin' upto me With your hands out lookin' upto me Like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you weren'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 I told 'em all, all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around, talking 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 Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a buncha 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 their lips Just a buncha 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 their lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
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