Forgot About Dre

Tryna get this damn label off
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs
Just a buncha gibberish
If y'all don't like me, blow me
All them little gangstas

But all you savage cats
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police"
Just a buncha gibberish
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
They still wouldn't found out
But you won't get a crumb from me
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
I'm a kill you and them
I ain't havin that

This is the millenium of Aftermath
Wit a walkman on
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled in the cabbage patch
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Hated on by most these niggas
And when the cops came through me

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
I told em all
Callin' men, ladies
'Cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
What you think I sold 'em all
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
Just a buncha gibberish
Mad at me
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
One day I was walkin' by
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

'Cause I stay well off
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Wit your hands out lookin' up to me
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani

Y'all better listen up closely
Just a buncha gibberish
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
It's like a jungle in this habitat
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Just a buncha gibberish
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
If it was up to me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Gave you a tape full of dope beats

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Like I ain't got none
There is no way that you can save me

I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge
Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies
And I'm still loco enough

You can have it back
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Like you want somethin' free
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Ho please
You better bow down on both knees
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
When my last C.D. was out you wasn't bumpin' me
Just a buncha gibberish
From here on out it's the chronic two
So fuck y'all, all of y'all
But now that I got's new company
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
But I'm drunk as fuck
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Just study your tape of NWA
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
And turn me back to the old me
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
To add to the wall full of plaques
Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Or the Firm flop
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
To bump when you stroll through in you hood
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think helped mould 'em all?
But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Just a buncha gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
It's okay, go with him Hailey
So where's all the mad rappers at
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say