Dr.Dre: Forgot About Dre

[Dr. Dre]Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low keyHated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G'sNo wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski'sMad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceriesGot a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracksto add to the wall full of plaquesHangin up in the office in back of my house like trophiesDid y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe pleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho you think taught you to smoke trees?Who you think brought you the oldies?Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C'sThe Snoop D-O-double-G'sand the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police"Gave you a tape full of dope beatsto bump when you stroll through in your hoodAnd when your album sales wasn't doin too goodwho's the Doctor they told you to go see?Y'all better listen up closelyAll you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleepso FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit meand turn me back to the old meChorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to saybut nothin comes out when they move their lips;just a bunch of gibberishAnd motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre[Eminem]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 guygive me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl KaniI don't give a fuck if it's dark or notI'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodgewhen I'm drunk as fuckRight next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogsAnd when the cops came throughme and Dre stood next to a burnt down houseWit a can full of gas and a hand full of matchesAnd still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)From here on out it's the Chronic 2Startin today and tomorrow's the newAnd I'm still loco enoughTo 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'sCallin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazyThere's no way that you can save meIt's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)Chorus[Dr. Dre]If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin freeWhen my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin meBut now that I got this little companyEverybody wanna come to me like it was some diseaseBut you won't get a crumb from meCause 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 noneWhat you think I sold 'em all?Cause I stay well offNow all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell offWhat cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a padtryin to get this damn label off?I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of AftermathIt ain't gon' be nothin after thatSo give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it backSo where's all the Madd Rappers at?It's like a jungle in this habitatBut all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gatswhen you were cuddlin a Cabbage PatchChorusChorus 1/2 (after music ends)