DR. DRE - Forgot About Dre lyrics

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Forgot about dre<br><br>Y'all know me still the same ol' g<br>But I been low key<br>Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no g's<br>No wheels and no keys no boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's<br>Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries<br>Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks<br>To add to the wall full of plaques<br>Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies<br>But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze<br>Ho please, you better bow down on both knees<br>Who you think taught you to smoke trees<br>Who you think brought you the o' g's<br>Eazy-e's ice cube's and d.o.c's and snoop d o double g's<br>And a group that said muthafuck the police<br>Gave you a tape full of dope beats<br>The bomb weed stroll through in you hood<br>And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good<br>Who's the doc that he told you to go see<br>Y'all better listen up closely<br>All you niggas that said that I turned pop<br>Or the firm flop, y'all are the reason dre ain't been getting no sleep<br>So fuck ya'll, all of ya'll<br>If y'all don't like me, blow me<br>Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around with me<br>And turn me back to the old me<br><br>[eminem](chorus x2)<br><br>Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say<br>But nothin comes out when they move they lips<br>Just a buncha gibberish<br>And muthafuckers act like they forgot about dre<br><br>[eminem]<br><br>So what do you say to somebody you hate<br>Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way<br>Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way<br>Just study your tape of nwa.<br>One day I was walkin by<br>With a walkman on<br>When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye<br>And strangled him off in the parkin' lot with his karl kani<br>I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not<br>I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge<br>But I'm drunk as fuck<br>Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage<br>Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off<br>Fuck you too bitch call the cops<br>I'ma kill you and 'em loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs<br>And when the cops came through<br>Me and dre stood next to a burnt down house<br>With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches<br>And still one found out right here<br>From here on out it's the chronic 2<br>Startin' today and tomorrow's the new<br>And I'm still loco and nuts to choke you to death with a charleston chew<br>Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies<br>In a mercedes benz with the windows up<br>And the temp goes up to the mid 80's<br>Callin' men ladies<br>Sorry doc but I been crazy<br>There is no way that you can save me<br>It's ok go with him hailey<br><br>(chorus) x2<br><br>If it was up to me<br>You muthafuckers would stop comin' up to me<br>With your hands out lookin' up to me<br>Like you want somethin' free<br>When my last cd was out you weren't bumpin me<br>But now that I got this little company<br>Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease<br>But you won't get a crumb from me<br>Cause I'm from the streets of<br>I told 'em all<br>All little gangstas<br>Who you think helped mold 'em all<br>Now you wanna run around and talk about guns<br>Like I ain't got none<br>What you think I sold 'em all<br>Cause I stay well off<br>Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' dre fell off<br>What, cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad tryna get this damn label<br>Off<br>I ain't havin that<br>This is the millenium of aftermath<br>It ain't gonna be nothin' after that<br>So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap you can have it back<br>So where's all the mad rappers at<br>It's like a jungle in this habitat<br>But all you savage cats<br>Knew that I was strapped with gats<br>When you were cuddled with cabbage patch<br><br>(chorus) x3