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| DR DRE | Forgot About Dre |
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Yall 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 Gs, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and its 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 yall think Im 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 Gs
Eazy-Es Ice Cubes and D.O.Cs and Snoop D O double Gs
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasnt doin too good
Whos the doc that he told you to go see
Yall better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
yall are the reason Dre aint been getting no sleep
So fuck yall all of yall
If yall dont like me blow me
Yall are gonna keep fuckin around wit 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
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I dont give a fuck if its dark or not
Im harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But Im drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
Ima 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
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still werent found out
From here on out its the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And Im still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80s
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
Its ok go with him Hailey
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasnt bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you wont get a crumb from me
Cause Im 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 aint 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 wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I aint havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It aint gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So wheres all the mad rappers at
Its like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
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