Forgot About Dre

Ya'll know me,
Still the same old G,
But I've been low key,
Hated on by,
Most these Niggaz with no cheese,
No deals and no G's,
No wheels and no keys,
No boats, no snowmobiles and no skies,
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,
Hanging up in the office,
In back of my house like 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,
The Snoop D-O double G's,
And the group that said muthafuck the police?

Gave you a tape full of dope beats,
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood,
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good,
Who's the Doc that he told you to go see?

Ya'll better listen up closely!
All you Niggaz 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 fucking around with me,
And turn me back to the old me.

Nowadays everybody wanna talk,
Like they got something to say,
But nothing 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 nothing 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 trying to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Just study your tape of N.W.A.

One day I was walking by with a Walkmen on,
When I caught a guy giving me an awkward eye,
And strangled him off in the parking lot with his Karl Kani,
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not,
I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge,
But I'm drunk as fuck,
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage,
Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it off,
Fuck you too bitch call the cops!
I'm a kill you and them loud ass muthafucking barking 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 matches,
And still one found out.

From here on out it's the Chronic 2,
Starting today and tomorrow's the new,
And I'm still loco and nuts to choke you to death,
With a Charleston Chew.

Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies,
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up,
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's,
Calling 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 nothing 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 nothing 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 coming up to me,
With your hands out looking up to me,
Like you want something free,
When my last CD was out,
You wasn't bumping 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 Compton.

I told them all!
All them little Gangstas,
Who you think helped mold them all?
Now you wanna run around,
And talk about guns like I ain't got none,
What you think I sold them all?

Cause I stay well off,
Now all I get is hate mail,
All day saying Dre fell off?
What cause I been in the lab,
With a pen and a pad,
Trying get this damn label off?

I ain't having that!
This is the Millenium of Aftermath!
It ain't gonna be nothing 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 knew that,
I was strapped with Gats,
When you were cuddled,
With a cabbage patch.

Nowadays everybody wanna talk,
Like they got something to say,
But nothing comes out,
Wen 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 nothing 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 nothing comes out,
When they move they lips,
Just a buncha gibberish,
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre.