Dr. Dre - Forget About Dre (video clean) lyrics

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Dr. Dre - Forget About Dre (video clean) lyrics

Dr. Dre: Y'all know me, still the same ol' G, but I been low-key Hated on by most these n***as with no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles and no skis 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 o' tracks, to add to the wall full o' plaques Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma 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 oldies, Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s The Snoop D-o-double-g's, and the group that said "motherf** tha police" Gave you a tape full dope beats to bump, when you stroll through in your 'hood And when your albums sales wasn't doin' too good, who's the doctor they told you to go see Y'all better listen up closely, all you n***as that said that I'd turned pop Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So f** y'all, all o' y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all gon' keep f**in' around wit' me, and turn me back to the old me Eminem: Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate (What) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin' by, with a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Give me an awkward eye, (What you lookin' at) strangled him up in the parkin' lot with his Karl Kani's I don't give a f** if it's dark or not, I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as f**, right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off, f** you too b**h call the cops I'm 'a k** you and them loud-a** motherf**in' 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 weren't found out (Right here) So from here on out, it's The Chronic 2, startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to d**h with a Charleston Chew (Chikka-chikka-chikka) Slim Shady, hotter than a set o' twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up, when the temp goes up to the mid-eighties Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me, it's OK go with him Hailey (Dada) Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre Dr. Dre: If it was up to me, you motherf**ers would stop comin' up to me wit' yo' 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 gots lil' 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 (C—C—Compton, Compton) I told 'em all, all them lil' gangsters who you think help mold 'em all Now you wanna run around 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, 'cause I been in the lab, with a pen an' a pad tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath and ain't gon' be nothin' after that So gimme one more platinum plaque and f** 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 with gats, when you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch Eminem: Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre

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