Forgot About Dre (feat. Eminem)

Y'all 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 boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's, 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 Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies But y'all 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 oldies Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said, ‽Motherfuck the police†Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all all of y'all, if y'all don't like me blow me Y'all 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate (What) Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Then just study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin' by with a Walkman on When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye (What you lookin' at?) And 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 humongous truck in a two car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too 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 house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (Right there) 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 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 Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy, there is no way That you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailey (Da, da) Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they Got something to say but nothin' comes out When they move they lips, just a buncha gibberish And motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me But now that I gots new 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 '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 label off I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium 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 this 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre