Ya'll 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 snow snow snow
| mobiles and no ski's
| Mad at me cause
| I can finally afford
| To provide my family
| wit groceries
| Got a crib
| with a studio
| And it's all full
| of track
| To add to the wall
| full of plaques
| Hangin up
| in the office back
| Of my house trophies
| but ya'll 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 O' G's
| eazy~ E's
| Ice cube's
| and D O C's
| And snoop D O
| double G's
| And a group that said
| muthafuck the police
| Gave you a tape
| full of dope beats
| The bomb weed stroll
| though in you hood
| And when your album
| sales wasn't doin
| Too good
| who's the doc
| That he told you
| to go see
| Ya'll better
| listen up closely
| All you niggas
| that said that
| I turned pop
| or the firm flop
| Ya'll are the reason
| Dre ain't been
| Getting no sleep
| so fuck ya'll
| All of ya'll if ya'll
| don't like me blow me
| Ya'll 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 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 buncha gibberish
| and muthafuckas act
| Like they forgot
| about Dre
| So what do you say
| somebody you hate
| Or anybody tryna
| bring trouble you way
| Wanna resolve thing
| in a bloodier way
| Just study
| your tape of N W A
| One day I was
| walkin by
| With a walkmen on
| when I caught a guy
| Givin me
| an awkward eye
| And to the 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 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'm a kill
| you and them
| Loud ass muthafuckin
| 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 match
| And still one
| found out right here
| From here on out
| it's the chronic 2
| Startin today
| and tomorrow the new
| And I'm still loco
| and nuts
| To choke you to death
| with a charleston chew
| Slim shady hotter than
| a set of twin babies
| In a Mercedes Benz
| with the window 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 ok
| go with him hailey
| Nowadays everybody
| wanna talk
| Like they got
| something to say
| But nothin
| comes out
| When they move
| they 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
| they lips just
| A buncha gibberish
| and muthafuckas 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 C D
| 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 for 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
| 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 lable off
| I ain't havin that
| This is the millenium
| 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 the 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 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 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
| they lips just
| A buncha gibberish
| and muthafuckas act
| Like they forgot
| about Dre~
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| Forget About Dre
| | Dr.Dre |
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