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Forgot about dre |
Interprété par Dr Dre Feat. Eminem. |
{Dr Dre} You'll know me Still the same all G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas wit 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 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 But ya'll 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 Cube's, and D.O.C's, and Snoop D-O-double-G's, And a group that said mothafuck 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? Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop On the 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 fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus]:{Eminem} 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 {Eminem} So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?) Or anyone tryin ta bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (yup) Just study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin by wit a walkman on When I caught a guy Givin me an awkward eye (what you lookin at?) Strangled him off 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 humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryin ta walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma 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 weren't found out (Right here!) So 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 Chika-chika-chika-() 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-eighties Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I've been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailie (da da?) [chorus x2] 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 {Dr Dre} If it was up to me You muthafuckas'd 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 wasn't bumpin 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, Compton) I told 'em all All them lil gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talkin bout 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? Cuz I been in the lab Wit a pen and a pad Tryin ta get this damn label off? I ain't havin that This is the millenium 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 Know that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch [chorus x2] 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 |
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