Eminem - Forget about Dre RMX lyrics

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Eminem - Forget about Dre RMX lyrics

[Part 1] Sie hören meine Stimme jetzt auf KissFM Eurolinguistisch programmiere ich die Kids mit Slang Laborierte seit einigen Tagen mit Peilerman Und ihr hängt an einem seidenen Faden wie Spiderman Ich hab die Schere hier Westberlin die Stadt die nicht bekannt ist für ihr Edelbier Hier leben die Fädenzieher Das ist alles andere als verwunderlich, wir generieren solche Kraft Packen sie in Radiowellen, strahlen die aus auf 98.8 [Part 2 (Dr. Dre)] Y'all know me, still the same O.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 of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hanging 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 Cubes, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said motha f** the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doing 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 turned pop Or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So f** y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all are gonna keep f**ing around with me and turn me back to the old me [Hook (Eminem)] (x2) Now-a-days everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre [Part 3 (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 a tape of N.W.A One day I was walking by With a Walkman on When I caught a guy Give me an awkward eye And I strangled him up in the parking lot With his Karl Kani 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 Trying to walk it off f** you too b**h, call the cops I'ma k** you and them loud-a** motherf**in' barking 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) From here on out it's the Chronic II Starting today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to d**h with a Charleston Chew Slim Shady, hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailie (Dada) [Hook (Eminem)] (x2) Now-a-days everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre [Part 4 (Dr.Dre)] If it was up to me, you motherf**ers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking up to me Like you want something free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping 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 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 none What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Tryin' to get this damn label off I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me 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 While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch [Hook (Eminem)] (x3) Now-a-days everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf**ers act like they forgot about Dre

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