Forgot About Dre

From here on out it's the chronic two

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
And I'm still loco enough
So fuck y'all, all of y'all

When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye

Dre stood next to a burnt down house
You better bow down on both knees
And when the cops came through me
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs
Wit a walkman on
Just a buncha gibberish
Mad at me

But I'm drunk as fuck
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani
'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
Ho please
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
Just a buncha gibberish
But all you savage cats
Just a buncha gibberish

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Just a buncha gibberish
What you think I sold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns

'Cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
All them little gangstas
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
When my last C.D. was out you wasn't bumpin' me
Just a buncha gibberish
'Cause I stay well off
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
To add to the wall full of plaques
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
I told em all
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
To bump when you stroll through in you hood

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
They still wouldn't found out
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

Just a buncha gibberish
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
When you were cuddled in the cabbage patch
You can have it back

Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Who you think helped mould 'em all?
But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Or the Firm flop
Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies
I'm a kill you and them
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Wit your hands out lookin' up to me
So where's all the mad rappers at
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
If it was up to me
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
But now that I got's new company
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
It's okay, go with him Hailey
Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
There is no way that you can save me
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Hated on by most these niggas
This is the millenium of Aftermath
You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Just a buncha gibberish
Y'all better listen up closely
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
If y'all don't like me, blow me
Callin' men, ladies
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police"
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
But you won't get a crumb from me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Like you want somethin' free
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Just study your tape of NWA
Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
Tryna get this damn label off
Like I ain't got none
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
It's like a jungle in this habitat
I ain't havin that
And turn me back to the old me
One day I was walkin' by