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Forgot About Dre

This song is by Dr. Dre.

Y'all know me, still the same O.G.but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit 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 wit groceries
Got a crib wit 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'ma 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 bube's, and D.O.C's
The snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said mother-Fuck Tha 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 niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all;if you don't like me, BLOW ME
Y'all are keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Chorus:Eminem (repeat 2x)
Nowadays everbody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips;
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?(YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin' by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye (What you lookin' at?)
And strangled himoff in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage{*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off
Fuck you to 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 houde
Wit 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 and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
{*Eminem's vocal turntable*}
Slim shady-hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies;sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay.go with him Hailey (Da-da?)

If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin' up to me
Wit your hands out lookin' up to you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
But know that I got this little company
Everbody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crump from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told 'em all-all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
'Cause I stay well off
Now I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that;this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' 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, know that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch

Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)

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