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| Dr.dre Dr. Dre 2001 (explicit) Forgot About Dre forgot about dre Ya'll 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 ya'll 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 o' g's Eazy-e's ice cube's and d.o.c's and snoop d o double g's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed 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 Or 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 with me And turn me back to the old me [eminem](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 muthafuckers act like they forgot about dre [eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way 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 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 humungous 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 'em loud ass muthafuckin 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 one found out right here From here on out it's the chronic 2 Startin' today and tomorrow's the new And i'm still loco and nuts 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 ok go with him hailey (chorus) x2 If it was up to me You muthafuckers 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 weren'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 I told 'em all All 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 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 Knew that i was strapped with gats When you were cuddled with cabbage patch (chorus) x3 |
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